I'd like to argue that the Key to Life can be compressed into one's ability to master a very simple skill: tightly holding on to (with a death grip) the things that have no choice but to love you. (acupofteafamilyfriendshipssolderthanyourjeans) ...
(against my better judgement,) Happy Valentines Day. ...
of my grammy experience. ...
I had dinner with a dear friend. In between talk of unemployment and mutual hatred for (insert beautiful married person here) we found ourselves in scary honesty admitting to each other the why's and why-not's of our marital status. Me: an undamaged commitment-phobe in need of specifics afraid of personal-ness with bridesmaid tendencies and a cold, cold heart. Him: dealing with a hard...