A Tiny Lifetime “Before”
Notes I never posted from 3/6/2020 (“Before”): It’s hard to turn the page at the end of a beautiful chapter. Abby left Buenos Aires today.
Becoming Allie
Notes I never posted from 3/6/2020 (“Before”): It’s hard to turn the page at the end of a beautiful chapter. Abby left Buenos Aires today.
“No matter who they are or where they come from, you have something to learn from everyone you meet.” This is one of my two
I will never forget the way you hugged me when I told you. I hadn’t even finished my spluttering sentence, but your arms were around
Part 2 of 2. See the beginning of the story here. Our second date could not have gone any worse. He was overbearing. He had
Part 1 of 2. Check back for the rest of the story! Our first date could not have gone any better. He was attractive, bold,
After my longest and most recent relationship ended, Trey was my first date. His Tinder photos intrigued me. Four of them were of him sailing
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My clinical assignment for the quarter stared me in the face: Teenage Stuttering Camp. I was rounding out my second year of graduate school, and
My infatuation with Evan Pierce began forcefully, after that second encounter with the pink feather boa and the snap bracelet. At least at first, our
I wasn’t enthused about the prospect of senior prom. My love interest at the time lived 1,728 miles away and certainly would not be making
Some people feel excited by the prospect of dating. The whole process – getting dressed up and meeting new people and trying different places and
A Collection of Mini Love Stories on Hindsight in Dating Today I’m sharing three mini love stories involving a change in perspective after the fact.
Gradually, I became more comfortable verbally expressing my feelings for Jason. I would return his proclamations of love with three words of my own and,
The fall weather was crisp and the cabernet was flowing on that mid-October afternoon. My friend Lisa and I had traveled north, to California wine
Dear Andrés, Thank you for the gift that was Letting me break up with you. I know we were both ready For it
Andrés made it clear from the night of our first date that he would not be generous with his money. “My sisters get pissed,” he
When I returned home from my semester in Ecuador, halfway through my senior year in high school, I looked and felt like a different person.
“I want to give up,” I told him, reaching for the box of Kleenex and exhaling until my lungs deflated completely. “That is a decision
Elijah bailed on our road trip the night before our planned departure, so that traumatic night under the influence of cannabis was the last I
I turned a blind eye to the heavy drinking, the daily marijuana use, the bottles of Vyvanse and Viagra that were empty but not yet
(This is the second story in a series. Please read this post first, if you haven’t yet!) Why I ever trusted Elijah after that first
Do you struggle with commitment in relationships? Do you consistently doubt your partner’s “rightness” for you, to the point that your thoughts about it are
Searching for Relief It was a dark and desperate moment when I opened my web browser and typed “problems in relationships when you have OCD.”
The day after I said “I love you” to Jason for the first time, we frolicked around San Francisco, walking the hilly streets and stopping
This post is the fifth in a series. (Please read posts here, here, here and here if you haven’t yet!) We were making dinner together while sipping
I had agreed to a first date through Tinder but, as it approached, I didn’t feel like going. It was only two weeks before I
This post is the fourth in a series. (Please read posts here, here, and here first, if you haven’t yet!) “I love you,” he said
This post is the third in a series. (Please read posts here and here first, if you haven’t yet!) It was a cold winter day and we were
We met through Meetup—a Spanish-speaking group, to be specific. I took a few deep breaths before walking into the bar that night, preparing myself for
This post is the second in a series. Please read the essay here first (with a new illustration), if you haven’t yet! 🙂 I was
A Collection of Mini Love Stories on a Lack of Love Interest Today I’m sharing four mini love stories that have more to do with
I remember standing in the career center at my high school, browsing the files of scholarship possibilities for exiting seniors. I was a junior at
This post is the fifth in a series. (Please read the posts here, here, here and here first, if you haven’t yet!) I was in the middle
Why does it feel like an act of courage? To bear my bare face to the World? I stand at the mirror, Painting a
With everything going on lately, I find it hard to feel pride for my country on this “day of independence.” Patriotism today should look a
This post is the fourth in a series. (Please read the posts here, here, and here first, if you haven’t yet!) I once spent over $750 on
Until last fall, I always claimed I loved to write, but I rarely sat down to actually do so. Aside from assessment reports for work,
This post is the third in a series. (Please read this post and this post first, if you haven’t yet!) “It’s just the body type
You weren’t over your ex. I didn’t know that yet. We met at Drake’s Dealership for drinks. Afterward, I drove you to the Bart station
This post is the second in a series. (Please read this post first, if you haven’t yet!) Our second date was Halloween, and I couldn’t
The text from Emily read: Look at this. I waited for my phone to receive the hilarity of the moment. It had become a habit
This post is the fourth in a series. (Please read the posts here and here and here first, if you haven’t yet!) When you first
A Collection of Mini Love Stories on Love that Never Was Today I’m sharing three mini love stories involving love that never was. The Risk
This essay is the second in a series. (Please read this post first, if you haven’t yet!) I was visiting Washington for the weekend, and
As a 6th grader, during what will (hopefully) remain my most awkward life phase, I decided to run for student body (ASB) treasurer. I knew
We are expecting two weeks of cloudy, stormy weather here in the state of Washington. I normally crave the sun, but rain seems more fitting
I had a post scheduled for today. It was a short frivolous piece about a couple of dates with a family friend. But I don’t
I miss a lot about life before quarantine. Things I never thought I’d have to miss—the ability to give a hug without fear, the freedom
It was the perfect first date. Well, aside from the physical assault we witnessed. And the police intervention. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The
Shelly approached you at a wine club event and asked if you remembered me. We had gone to high school together, but you were a
I love how you talk excitedly about your bees. (“The female honeybees rule the bee world and, no offense, but the male bees are pretty
Do you remember? Going for a long misty walk by the bay? We were between semesters, And you were between girlfriends. Was it a date?
I wish I could say that I never dreamt about my wedding. That seems like the feminist way. I wish I could say that I
This post is the third in a series. (Please read the posts here and here first, if you haven’t yet!) I wanted his sister to like
Here’s to the mothers. The ones who nurture their babies, who create loving space for their children to grow and explore. And the ones who
“Can I get your number?” he asked me, at that bar in SF. My stomach shifted a little. I was not in the mood to
I’ll show YOU how much fucking fun I am. I was fuming. Screaming at Curtis through the closed bathroom door and gripping the counter, trying
This post is the first in a series. Check back for more! “Are you bored or do you just have a boring face?” I grimaced,
A Collection of Mini Love Stories Today I’m sharing two mini love stories that involve the darker side of dating. You Made her Do the
A Collection of Mini Love Stories Involving Authenticity in Dating Today I’m sharing three mini love stories about authenticity in dating. Lucky for Me, It
“Hey! I wanted to give you my number,” I said, passing him a piece of paper with my handwriting scrawled across it. “I’m Allie,” I
The tiny child sat before me, and my body was folded over the low table so that we met at eye level. In front of
Part 2 of 2! (Please read this post first, if you haven’t yet.) In the aftermath of Noah’s rejection of me, in those weeks leading
Part 1 of 2! (Part 2 will be posted on Wednesday.) Although I struggled to admit it, I was in lust with Noah Shaw, and
“I want him to be confident—like, really confident. And funny; I’m attracted to people who are quick-witted. And social—extraverted. Not awkward. Oh, and I’m into
On our first date, I admitted to Mark that I was writing about dating. “Sometimes the only thing I get out of dates is some
Kaitlyn and I became friends when we were four years old, new to Country Kids’ Preschool, and playing in Teacher Sharon’s make-believe kitchen together for
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Tomorrow, I turn 30. It’s a new decade, full of possibility and hope and uncertainty. For the last five years, I thought my anxiety around
The knock on my door came late that Thursday evening and I opened it with a smirk on my face. Standing on the doorstep were
First, I was one with you And then a separate entity; They bridged the gap. To me, They were always so much more than
It was the summer of 2017, and I found myself in Panama, eager to practice Spanish and learn to scuba dive. I spent my first
The sea’s gentle movements Lulled me to sleep; It’s almost as if Mother Nature knew I needed rocking.
Sasha, Ben, and I were at Finn’s on a Thursday for our weekly dose of karaoke and booze. We were sipping Dirty Shirleys in a
I was frantically searching for a parking spot when Riley texted me, letting me know he had made it to his suggested destination: Mockingbird, a
We met through a mutual friend. You were an artist. Unconventional. Gregarious—not reclusive. You were the type to make anyone fall in love. We were
Raahi came into my life at a time I was developing greater awareness of the ways in which I had been conditioned to behave –
“Do you want to try again?” he asked me, gently but firmly. It was more a request than a question, really. I laughed uneasily. “Yes,”
A Collection of Mini Love Stories Involving Bad Dates Today I’m sharing three mini love stories about bad dates. Strange Impressions You were a tall
I didn’t know he was married. Camino 65 was quiet. Although the sun was setting, many more hours remained before the bar would fill with
We saw each other, again and again, at Shelly’s annual 4th of July (“gala extravaganzee”) parties. You were all the things I was not: wild, free,
I was in the second grade when I developed my very first crush. “Love,” to that point, had been limited to big hugs and kisses
In February of 2018, I posted an essay to Facebook. It was the first time I had posted to a social media platform in years.