The Single Girl, Melissa
I spent most of my thirties dating. That is probably the simplest way to describe it. I had a steady job, a small apartment, and a circle of friends. On the surface things looked pretty normal. The one part of…
I spent most of my thirties dating. That is probably the simplest way to describe it. I had a steady job, a small apartment, and a circle of friends. On the surface things looked pretty normal. The one part of…
I traveled a lot for work. Sales job. Most weeks I was on the road a few days at a time. Over the years I got used to stopping for a drink after meetings or grabbing something from the minibar…
When my kids left for college the house got quiet in a way I was not used to. For almost twenty years the place had been full of activity. School schedules, sports practices, friends coming and going. I had always…
I used to stop at the same gas station every night on the way home from work. It became part of the routine. I would pull in, grab a twelve pack, and drive the rest of the way home. By…
For a long time I thought everyone else was the problem. That was my basic outlook on things. If something went wrong there was always someone to blame for it. I did not see myself as the kind of person…