Привет, как дела? It's good to be back.
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.