I woke up this morning, stretched, made a cup of coffee and began writing. A few hours later, you woke up. You began talking to someone on the phone and
I moved in my bed, forcing myself to fall back asleep. I could hear laughter, lively conversation and dishes clinking downstairs. My dad had mentioned that two of his grad
Iwalked into the airport rental garage with a duffel bag and looked around. “You can pick anything,” the attendant said. Anything? Did I want the reliable family sized SUV? A Honda? A
I walked out of a coffee shop last week, listening to my coworker discuss his fears and apprehension regarding the dating scene. Divorced and hurt over previous relationships, he was
My date sat across from me, dressed cleanly in a dress shirt and slacks. He fidgeted with his cold beer, paused and asked me what I like to do on the
The three of us sat around my office cubicle hunched over my phone, like little school girls, cooing over the attractive guy on the screen. “Just try it, Mannie,” one
I might be one of the hardest individuals to sell monthly subscriptions to. I hate advertisements and I hate being advertised to. I dislike unnecessary emails and baggage. Whenever possible,
We broke up a year ago today. The man — I planned on marrying, having two bright eyed kids with (named Jai and Arya), traveling to Bali with, growing old with and
I wake up, fumble for my phone, check the time and then go through the process of checking my email and all of my social media. Within seconds, I am