As this long weekend comes to a close, it somehow feels wrong to let it pass without a comment on the holiday that preceded it. Not only because it can mean many things, good and bad, to different people (hell, … Continue reading
Category Archives: Little Black Dress
Learning to Exhale
We’re aware as smart single women that we can’t expect perfection. But life still manages to throw us curveballs. Maybe . . . it shouldn’t be called “dating”; it should be called “waiting for the other shoe to drop.” If it’s … Continue reading
Finally
Finality is a funny thing. At nearly every significant or pivotal point in my life, I think I’ve always hoped for closure, because it’s easier to move on to something new when you know where everything else in your life … Continue reading
Rediscovering Coco
“Is there anything in the world that can perfectly create the rush of leaning into someone for the first kiss after what feels like centuries of build up and ‘will-we-or-won’t-we’ frustration?” . . . “What about those kisses that land … Continue reading
Love Over Labels
There’s no denying that women love labels–and not just on their clothes. In the opening scene of the Sex and the City movie, Carrie Bradshaw struts through the streets of New York, her audacious fashion sense on display for all to see, … Continue reading
What’s Too Much?
How do you know that what you’re doing is enough? Or, more precisely, how do you know that what you’re doing isn’t too much? Recent events have led me back to both these questions, which I’ve toyed with on and … Continue reading
Questioning
It’s a running joke in nearly all media representations of women, and even among women themselves, that we overanalyze EVERYTHING, especially when it comes to relationships, romantic or otherwise. But particularly romantic. And at least in this respect, I can’t … Continue reading
Hope It Lasts
“You make me happy. I wasn’t sure if that’s what it was, at first, but that wasn’t your fault. It was only because I wasn’t used to the feeling. I felt my shoulders unclenching and my face softening into a … Continue reading
Anthem
It feels so good to finally be here: Instead of here: Not that the latter is a bad place to be. It’s a step toward moving on, but it’s a kind of emo encouragement, which is declarative, saying, “This is … Continue reading
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