A year into our relationship, I knew Michael was about to pop the question. After all, we were crazy about each other, lived together, and made a great team despite our many differences. Now it was just time to make our union official. “Babe,” he finally said one day. “Are you ready to get a […]
After our wedding, when my husband and I finally got around to opening our gifts and noting who gave what for our thank you cards, we became concerned that a bunch of our wedding gifts might have been stolen. About a third of the 150 guests who attended our wedding did not appear to have […]
When I married Jason on August 7, 2015, the same day as his 29th birthday, we didn’t feel that marriage would change our relationship dramatically. After five years of dating, we were true partners-in-crime who had traveled the world together, raised two small dogs as though they were our children, and enjoyed daily debriefing sessions […]
I posted a quote from former Bond Girl Eva Green, who complained about being told she’s beautiful because she’d rather people compliment her for her acting talents. This quote irked me—as it irked many of you—and I’ve been thinking a little bit about why, exactly, I found it so annoying. On one hand, it’s irritating […]
There are real downsides to writing about your life on the internet. For one thing, “sharing”—in the form of your deepest feelings or the most benign observations—starts to become a knee-jerk reaction every time something happens. A particularly awesome development on “Lost”? Tweet your reaction during the commercial break. Feeling inexplicably sad because the person […]
There’s this (amazing) song on the soundtrack to the (terrible) movie “The Romantics” called “We Can’t Be Friends” by Lenore Scafaria. My favorite lyrics go: “I want to wear a skirt, I want to make mistakes, I want to kill you first and then take your name, I want to tear you apart, I want […]
In college, I was part of a tight-knit group of young women. There were five of us in the core group. Two were roommates and their room, 513, was our central meeting place. There was a lack of formality when it came to hanging out. It was totally normal to walk right in if the […]
I was in Brooklyn exactly one block from David’s* apartment with about one hour to spare. I knew what I had to do. I sent a text before I had too much time to think about it: “I’m in your hood. Have an hour to kill. Drink?” I got a queasy feeling in my stomach. […]
Me: I’m sorry! It’s just not going in! Him: Don’t worry – we can always try later… Me: I’m really sorry! I’m just so scared! (Sobbing. Tearful search for bra.) What if this never works? That was me and my now-fiancé during one of many abortive attempts to have sex for the first time. For […]
