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. [...]

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, [...]