single life

Previously, I wrote about being Single in a Pandemic. Ya’ll, I’m still single and no matter what outside looks like, we’re still in a pandemic. Being single in a pandemic hits different when you’ve contracted COVID three times as I have. Yep, you read that right- THREE times. You would think that instead of being out here in these streets,…

When going on vacation, I’ve learned that some of the most interesting people you will meet will be on the airplane. In my case, there was an eleven-hour plane ride and a young man sat in between my friend and me (she loves the aisle and I prefer the window). While we hoped the seat in between us would remain…

I have a love/loathe relationship with dating. Dating is exploratory. Hopeful. Unfortunately, it’s also risky. If I could, I would put up a sign that reads, “don’t come for a boss unless you’re ready to boss up!” but I imagine that might be perceived as a bit too unapproachable . . . even for me. I love the jolly hopefulness…

I sat at my table with my coffee mug warming my hands and the sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting up my nose. The sun poured into the room casting long shadows along the floor as the heater stirred to life. I was feeling cozy and rested on Thanksgiving morning. The “Happy Thanksgiving” texts were already starting to come…

“Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God does not see as man sees, since man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7 NASB)  It was the summer of 2019. I was running late for church because I laid awake the night before having a “moment.” I was feeling down about another day, week,…

I’m going to say it. I’m going to say the one thing that confident, independent, ambitious single women are never supposed to say, especially in the new year. I’M TIRED OF BEING SINGLE. I know. I kind of cringe even writing it. But it’s the truth. Another truth is I’ve revised this essay several times because at first, I was…

Forty. 40. Four-tee. 4-0. I keep rolling this number over my tongue. Tasting it. Trying to see what it feels like to say it. No matter how I tell it to myself and others, it’s the same thing. I am officially a forty-year-old woman. I’ve been saying “I’m almost forty” for a few years, but now that the day has…

It was 2016 and I was at a friend’s house for dinner on Resurrection Sunday when one of the more mature women amongst us struck up a conversation about dating and relationships. We were standing around in the kitchen, eager to eat and indulge in some of our holiday favorites ( my mind was focused on the peach cobbler because,…