Tag: writing

  • 6’7 from Seattle…

    I thought we had chemistry — hours of late-night phone calls where everything flowed so easily. But when 6’7 from Seattle finally showed up, it turned into the weirdest, most disappointing first meeting of my life. From flaking on plans, to opening his laptop on my couch, to snoring for twelve hours straight — all…

  • September jt.

    Why You Need a Monthly “Me” Check-In… Let’s be real—life moves fast. One minute you’re paying bills and buying snacks for school, the next thing you know, three months have flown by and you can’t even remember the last time you did something just for you. That’s where a monthly “me” check-in comes in. Think…

  • Why Dating in Portland Feels Like a Never-Ending Thrift Store Hunt

    Dating in Portland isn’t just hard — it’s weird. It’s flannels at breweries, long talks about bike lanes, and more ghosting than a haunted house in October. For single moms (or really, anyone trying to date here), the scene feels less like a rom-com and more like a thrift store hunt: you might find a…

  • From Beignets to black coffee.

    There’s no playbook for starting over. No Pinterest checklist or Target-run essentials for what it means to pack up your life, leave behind a broken marriage, and drive 2,500 miles toward a future that’s still blurry. But that’s exactly what I did. I left New Orleans—my home for the last few years, my comfort zone,…

  • the fucking audacity of: this man. He wants to be my man, but wants other women, but doesn’t want me to have another man.

    Read that again, twice. Do you have the same migraine I do? There’s something in the Portland air—and I don’t mean the rain or the smell of weed or body odor. I mean the audacity. So here’s the tea: I’ve was lowkey seeing this man. He’s cute. He’s charming. He says all the right things.…

  • “d” bag in pdx

    Let me tell you about “D.” Ladies of PDX: If this guy sounds familiar or you happen to find someone who looks or sounds like any of this – do yourself a favor, and stay away. But also, tell him I said therapy on Saturdays at 11am isnt working for him – perhaps a lobotomy…