The year I turned 18, I met the love of my life. Cheesy, I know. But it was for real. Terrified by how charming, witty, and attractive Evan was, I broke up with him the day after Valentine’s Day because I was a wimp. He wooed me again two months later, and the rest isContinue reading “The Story of Us”
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Retail Therapy & Misplaced Joy
As a fifteen year old, I had a collection of handbags and purses. I bought them all the time, as though “collecting” were the only appropriate way to shop. I had too many to count, and I was rather proud of it. I have always loved shopping. It’s on of my favorite past times. (IContinue reading “Retail Therapy & Misplaced Joy”