Stories from the blog.
I don't know how many layers we have. How deep the soul goes and how many times we can fall apart and get back up and re-invent. But I think I might keep trying to push it. To explore and shed skins and try again.
From one of the best days of my life came the deepest, darkest depression that ripped me apart layer by layer.
So three hours into a first date, with a guy that you just met on Match.com, you probably shouldn’t say, “I am not going to have a baby.” Especially if he put on his profile that he wants to have kids.