Failing that,I’ll have what my dog,Heidi,is having. She seems like the smartest one in the room.
Work is good,home’s OK,and that’s enough for now.
I’ve had enough bad boyfriends to know a red flag when I see it.
We all romanticise the past. Clearing out the wardrobe brings rose-coloured memories – and the occasional jolt.
Internet friendships come with their intimacy - and their risks.
ADHD is killing my bottom line.
Other people’s empathy made my world a better place.
Watching Girls,listening to Lou Reed and smelling Flowerbomb,I’m transported back in time.
Reality is making celibates of us all and romance novels are having a renaissance.
It might be strange and slightly creepy,but I’m part of a sisterhood.
It’s not that I hate kids. I just don’t want one of my own.