You can choose to stand by your man. Your man, who apart from dimply-cheeks and carefully-carved promises that are actually quite hollow once you get past the surface, isn’t worth your time. Yo...
Feeling the warm water trickle over my feet, I closed my eyes and exhaled, trying to permanently capture this moment in my memory. I lost count of the blue stars above me, and for a second – I ...
My last day in Puerto Rico, I woke up to find sand in my sheets and a little tequila hangover — both souvenirs from the night before. Along the beach closest to my resort, there were three tiny...
This won’t be the last time you cry. You’ll cry when something, somewhere reminds you of something, somewhere you did together. You’ll cry when another week has passed, another mont...
There are men out there who will respond to your text messages. Men who will initiate conversations because they simply can’t wait to see what you’ll say next. There are men who will never be too bus...
After a brisk three-mile run on Central Park North Thursday evening, I stopped by my local grocery store to pick up two very specific things: olive oil and barbeque chicken. My roommates and I have r...
Riding back from Sunnyside Sunday morning after a night spent conquering blocks in four inch nude heels that weren’t mine, I watched the city get closer. And I remembered when it felt — a...
I let myself miss you today. I rolled over mid-morning, groggily hoping you would be lying next to me. I kept my eyes tightly shut, and behind them I saw your mouth slightly open. I smelled your skin...
Months after I officially ended everything with Mr. Possibility, I still found myself responding to emails and text messages, analyzing the intention between the lines, and keeping myself awake long ...
A few blocks from my work at a press dinner, I attempted to explain my blog to a new friend. As I casually classified these pages in the “dating, love and sex” category of the blogosphere...
Teetering in five-inch heels I got from a discount Dillard’s store in North Carolina, I waited patiently for my friend N on the corner of 50th and 9th, nervous about spending the evening with s...
As much as I hate to admit it and how naive it makes me sound — I’ve always been a little afraid of traveling. Getting on a plane to New York – a city in the United States that̵...
I have a surprise for you, he whispered as he playfully kneaded my knee before returning both hands to the steering wheel. What kind of surprise? I teased, careful not to distract him from staying on...
I’m alone in New York. It’s raining and cloudy and though it’s half-way through March, it’s chilly outside and my luggage is getting wet. I’m wondering if I’ll lik...
Once upon a time in a far-away land called Manhattan, there lived a man. He was a favorite at his firm, the comedian of his group of friends and the best uncle he could be to his nephews. He was attr...
Hey lady- Yeah, you. You with those beautiful blue eyes and that crazy hair that somehow manages to fall into place naturally, even with it’s wavy flair. You with that giggle that responds to a...
Last day to submit: I was amazed with how many Valentine’s were sent last year from all over the world. Your touching words, your kind sentiments and the way you expressed all the things you hope for...
For those of you who don’t know, I’m the Associate Editor for NBC’s property, iVillage.com of the Pregnancy/Parenting and Love/Sex channels. Seriously, check it out anytime, youR...
In the heart of the Flat Iron District, right across from the building itself is a lovely place called Eataly. It’s carved right out of the streets of Venice, with bright colors and even richer...
When Mr. Possibility left to go overseas the first time, he wanted to stay with me his last night in New York. At that point there had been no discussions of what we were, no title, no commitment, no...
There are moments in every 20-something’s life where you the world you’ve created doesn’t seem at all like you thought it would. There are these days where you feel out-of-place in ...
Last Valentine’s Day, my two gay husbands (yes, two of them) sent me flowers (one with bacon, one growing in soil that I later killed). Another friend brought me a cupcake. And though I didn...
Since I’m really trying to turn over new leaves and try new things this year, I decided vamping up my online dating profile would be a solid first step. Sure, dating isn’t a priority but I enjoy goin...
The night I broke up with Mr. P, my best friend M had made the commute from the Upper West to the Lower East to keep me company since I knew no one at the party except Mr P’s sister. She arrive...
It’s usually in a split-second right before I leave for the day. It’s when I’m reaching down to grab my keys that sit in a tiny basket next to my door, when I smooth over my jacket ...
You can do it, Linds. You can do this! I reminded myself walking up a white staircase into a large white room decorated with home décor accents from Family Dollar. It was a little newspaper in the “d...
On Christmas eve, just before I sat down to a lovely meal prepared by my father, I received a text from Mr. Possibility. I was expecting a message of some form from him around the holidays — ma...
For each and every time you’ve clicked on this blog. For when you stayed up past your bedtime to read my words. For when you took time out of your day to write me a kind e-mail, a long Facebook...
In the home I grew up in, the love flows just as steadily as the wine. My dad still looks across the living room at my mom (who is pulling up the corner of her cheeks while talking about her fantasy ...
I tend to take nearly everything my mom says to heart — but one particular tale always sticks out in my mind. I have no idea when she first used it as a learning lesson or how the topic came up...
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