I've been a singleton for many years now, and have lived alone for many years, as well. So let's chat about a few of the awesome and not so awesome stuff about living single, shall we? We're limiting this to the actual living part of living single. Let's start with the not so great things …
Singleton Photoshoots: The Quarantine Edition.
If you live alone like me and still have dress-up time during this quarantine (I happily put on makeup and shed the sweats for my weekly worship Zoom meetings and virtual ministry), selfies become a bit tiresome. Because all you largely do is selfie, quarantine or no. Alas: I have a solution, dear Singleton. You …
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Single Gal Survival: The Quarantine Edition.
Because we singletons need to take care of each other. We all need to take care of each other, yes (and please do), but I'm a single woman and that's my significant point of view to share--especially for those of us who deal with loneliness on a regular basis anyway (whether COVID or not) and …
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The Watched Pot.
Never boils. Specifically: A watched pot never boils. Time moves slowly when you're waiting or watching for something to happen. I've been thinking about those words this week, specifically because my mother said them to me on the phone. During our conversation a few days ago, I hinted at one of the major Worries for a …
there, there, my little cabbage.
I've never actually believed in retail therapy. If you're not into shopping anyway (hello, me), the idea of massaging a bad day or a sad mood by walking around a store or even engaging in window shopping wouldn't be the first thing on the list. But the comedy of life is that retail therapy is …
Blogtober #5: The Autumn Boyfriend
Y'all know I'm a singleton, right? If you didn't know: I'm a singleton. I enjoy my singleton life immensely, but yeah, full disclosure: I also want that demographic to change. And I have to tell you, dear reader, that the desire to change my singleton status becomes even more heightened when autumn settles over the atmosphere. …
because I’m petty.
No other way to say it. I just am. Anywho, I wrote this brief essay/diatribe. Happy Tuesday. Miss Petty Boots 2016 You don’t recognize me, do you? You’re doing that I’m trying to place that face squint with the head tilt to the side, as if the re-positioning of your head and narrowing of your …
Tips.
As a singleton, invariably, 1) I'm offered someone's murderous son/nephew/cousin/friend/random guy on the street as a potential marriage partner, and 2) I receive plenty of tips and advice about my future marriage. Here are a few of my favorites, along with a bit of commentary. A good marriage consists of two forgivers. I've heard this more than once, …
I’d Like to Marry for Money, Please.
Got your attention, huh? When I was a teenager, I was like most young girls. I read Tiger Beat and BOP magazine and dreamed about Jonathan Brandis and New Kids on the Block and other movie/TV/music stars. Cute was everything. Whenever I imagined being married in the future--well, quite honestly, I didn't want a husband; I wanted to be Angela Bower, …
The Unmarried African Woman. (shudder)
Some of you know this woman. She's your sister, your friend, your fellow cubicle dweller who insists on playing 70s soft rock on her Pandora station, your daughter, your cousin. Some of you don't believe that the fact that she's an Unmarried African Woman (UAM)Â needs to be capitalized, or even an issue. And if that's …
This Square Peg. 