In the last seven months, I have grieved the death of a loved one, received a writing fellowship, been invited to speak at my alma mater's moving-up ceremony, had an asthma attack, switched jobs twice, and more.
In the last seven months, I have grieved the death of a loved one, received a writing fellowship, been invited to speak at my alma mater's moving-up ceremony, had an asthma attack, switched jobs twice, and more.
What many individuals do not seem to realize is that hard work, in the context of a relationship, does not mean a person has to suffer and just let the other cross certain boundaries to the point that they are already being taken advantage of and disrespected.
It’s been over a year since I got married, and sometimes I still can’t believe it. From time to time, I still catch myself saying something like, “Oh my god! I really am a married woman!” This is despite the fact that I am now more comfortable addressing my husband as such and identifying myself as his wife.
I took myself on a date yesterday. I visited a bookstore, bought a book I'd been looking forward to reading, and had a huge meal at one of my favorite restaurants. I sat at my favorite table and had the usual stuff: salmon soup, pork belly with yakiniku sauce, chicken skin, grilled corn, rice, and brewed coffee.