Today I'm writing about writing, and asking for some advice. How can you write about relationships, exes and dating without crossing that private line?
Having been happily (for the most part) single for the last three years, I am evermore curious about the idea of single life and what it really means. I felt like a parody, picking up Kate Bolick's Spinster: Making a Life of One's Own from the library and tucking it into my over-stuffed backpack.
Celebrating Valentine's Day as a single woman isn't a sign of weakness, and it's nothing to feel embarrassed about. I should know.