Almost one year ago exactly, I picked an epic fight with my husband about an article on APW. The post was written by a woman I love and admire (you know her as Manya), and on the surface was a deeply poetic ode to the little things she and her husband do each day to show they care. At its core, Manya’s piece was really about the way we grow into love over a long period of time, but I was too distracted by the minutia to see that (they bring coffee to each other in bed?! WTF?). Allowing the parts to substitute for the whole, I saw the article as proof... read more
See, this is what was not supposed to happen. The exotic Valentine’s Day lilies on the Facebook wall of a size 0 Floridian beauty queen. The man who hyphenated his last name with his wife’s. The gigantic costal house with two and a half curly-headed children playing quietly in the yard. Respectively, these things belong to the jerk who teased me on the school bus in sixth grade, the girl with the best reputation and most perfect teeth in the whole county, and my freshman year crush who would. Not. Even. Look. At. Me. EVER. Aren’t they supposed to... read more
Do you know that we remember more from our teenage years than any other part of our lives? Our brains are bending and growing, and we're creating ourselves. Now, as adults, we still create ourselves in the in-between. In between single and married, in between jobs, in between identities. Next month, join us in becoming.