Sometimes I find myself wanting to see the whole future at once. You know? The insatiable urge to binge-watch. Or maybe hungrily read it like a real page-turner novel, gasping and rejoicing and crying for all that’s to come. But I am at least wise enough to know this would…

I wish we could see counts of everything that’s happened so far. Like, 247 Ritz crackers eaten. 60 jars of peanut butter consumed. 143 watched sunrises. 3 near-death experiences. 41 things lost, 12 of them returned. 17 times you proclaimed “this is the happiest I’ve ever been”. 30 times you…

The warning signs always come out by the 3rd date. — A continuation of The 6 Types of Guys You’ll Meet Dating in San Francisco. As a single 30-something, I’ve collected my fair share of stories and I’ve found that there are a lot of common threads between my stories and those of my friends. If you’ve been on dating apps…

I read this quote in a Maggie Nelson poem the other day and it unearthed some words I’ve been meaning to write. Loneliness, to me, has always been a difficult emotion to admit to. It’s always felt almost…ungrateful. Or reserved for other people. Lonely? With that life? With those friends…

My memory and I We fall in and out of love differently You might even say we have different types Me, a happy and sensible realist My memory, a reckless romantic Me, I fall in love slowly — measured molasses My memory falls dramatically, foolishly, without regard Me, I look…

You can’t force falling out of love, but these practical steps can greatly help you. — The moment you accept that you need to fall out of love usually feels like a punch in the stomach. It probably came after a lot of time thinking you could make it work. …

These tiny dreams, I have a whole closet full. They bob and float around in the dark, pastel balloons full of memory. Mostly I forget about them, Or willfully pretend they aren’t there. …

Recently I had a whirlwind romance that really shook me. I’ve been dating for a while and I’m intentionally particular, so it’s not often I get swept up in an unexpected love-tornado. But oh boy did I. We met on Hinge and were immediately obsessed with each other. After just…

Have you ever loved someone who felt like a basic 12-pack of crayons? With just enough colors to relate to, but not enough to match the spectrum of vivid colors that you want to paint your days with? I have, and at first, I didn’t notice. Because we talked about our…