Only in retrospect are we able to make sense of reality’s unfolding.

I have a lot of thoughts on ghosting and none of them are positive.

Watching these, it’s uncomfortable to know it would take me years to realize how that genuine passion was misplaced.

This will give me the framework to practice responding to those mental hurdles with five words: “It doesn’t matter. Just write.”

At some point, it goes from a hopeful “I’m only this age” to a sobering “I’m already this age.”

She began some conversation with a coworker of mine as I pulled the espresso for her latte and steamed the milk.

All the self-care, take a bath, meditate every morning in your lush, Bali-inspired garden are all gorgeous elements of a romantic lifestyle I'd love to live, but I'm finding that my soul often asks for something else.

It’s alarming when a blonde moment slaps me across the face leaving an imprint of “idiot” in beautiful red letters on my cheek.

Take these tips or leave these tips, but they’re irrefutable gold so I highly suggest you consider the following…

Like many, the response to my tears as a child were: “You’re fine. Stop crying.” This created a well-worn path of emotional suppression for me.

Chock this up to dimwittedness or the elderly’s earned right to give life the birdie every now and then—either way, all three of us nearly died.

No matter how normal they seem, how do you distinguish the old fashioned from the predatory?

I am receiving kernels of lasting guidance from the grandma inside.

I can feel the lips of heaven kissing my forehead when I eye an article of clothing in a store and the last size available is mine.

Trying to exercise-dance in a mirror to Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” is a prime opportunity to get some humiliation out of the way until the next due time.

It doesn’t take much for me to get on the train of “a ghost had something to do with this.”

What if a sweaty camera crew followed you around for your entire 2021 like you were an Office character in your own silly drama?

The afternoon of the date, I'm already looking forward to it ending. Thirty minutes before, he texts me asking to reschedule because he hasn’t had a chance to shower today. Ummm, first: ew. Second: LOL.

Here are the things my half-asleep logic finds reasonable to do if I’m lying awake.

Will my Forever 21, stretchy jeans endure the testing fire of my blossoming sophistication? Did I want to bring this thrift store, floral spaghetti strap dress that I told myself at one point: "oooh, date dress" into my late 20's? LATE 20's? I just threw up a little.