Goodbye for now, Pacific Northwest. See you next month!
It’s the 10th day of Ramadan today. It’s been… lonely. I knew Ramadan would make me miss St. Cloud even more than usual, but I wasn’t prepared for this strange, profound sense of loss.
A poem by Rabiʿa al-Basri, a female Sufi mystic.
Yes, you guessed it: Yet another addition to my growing list of #SeattleProTips.
It’s funny to think that I used to scoff at the idea of getting married. I thought people who wanted to settle down were so weak and insecure that they were willing to compromise their freedom just so that they wouldn’t have to feel lonely. I thought my singlehood proved my strength, confidence and independence.
I caught up with an old friend recently and we had a long phone conversation, at the end of which she said, “It’s so weird, I feel like you’ve changed so much, and yet somehow you haven’t.”
This month, we enjoyed the company of some some visitors from "back home". Uff da!
Logic: How to tell whether the underwear your partner left in the bathroom needs to go into the laundry or not.
Just sharing this because I know more women could benefit from understanding what it means to define ourselves.
(If you're comfortable enough to ask me for the password, I'm probably comfortable enough with you reading this.)