I’ll be back to Maine next week for Thanksgiving with my husband’s folks. It should be fun. The day after Amos and I got married, I met my new Aunt Beth. She brought out a long genealogy that outlined my husband’s mother’s family’s place in the. . .
So last month, we got married! By which I mean, we eloped two days after we got engaged. For all those with questions, here are some reflections: 1. The engagement I am very utilitarian, so I tried to propose to the gentleman over Skype. But. . .
You’ve heard all the usual songs, with jangling bells and presents for pretty girls and angels on high. Below, a few other songs I’ve collected over the years. I’d love to hear about the songs you enjoy, as well. When you’re caught in traffic… try Driving. . .
I recently sent these tips to my guy, on deflecting a flirt by quoting lines from stock video game characters (“NPCs“): The Guy pointed out that it looks fun, but he hasn’t had girls giving him bad pickup lines recently. I can fix that. Because. . .
Have you read what Aristotle wrote about internet trolls? In On Trolling, he writes, “that trolling is a shameful thing, and that no one of sense would accept to be called ‘troll’, all are agreed; but what trolling is, and how many its species. . .
“…Before we were serious,” I admitted to my boyfriend, “I was scoping out dates using the census. And my odds weren’t good. There were only like 100 eligible guys in our area of Maine.” “Yeah, but my odds were even worse,” he laughed. I. . .
A few months ago, I took my bike in for repairs to a local business, where the friendly and tattooed owner began chatting me up. Filling out forms extremely slowly, he told me all about his businesses, his son’s private school, his plans for. . .
This was a long winter. The night snuck in early, and stayed overtime. The snow piled, snow on snow, and I would complain–except I can’t, because Boston. No one got as much snow as Boston (as they like to remind us). And what snow we did. . .
Because young single professionals are so… sparse in the north, I’ve taken a glance or two at online dating profiles. You know, the ones in which men of all ages post a few grizzly selfies and attempt to promote their virtues to the young ladies of 2015: As. . .