Being a 41-year-old single girl who would love nothing more than to be married to a fabulous, devoted husband, there is one question that strikes a nerve every time it is presented to me. No, it is not “How come a wonderful woman like you hasn’t been snatched up?” …or some variation of that question. The inquiry I hate above all…
Last night I had a dream about falling in love with a gorgeous, charming acupuncturist who swept me right off my feet. Why on earth I was going to see an acupuncturist I have no idea, because although I am curious about and believe in the possible benefits of acupuncture I have never taken part in the practice. It just…
It may be an odd thing to admit, but fancy, shiny teapots frighten me. Their mere presence can make me uncomfortable and trigger feelings of unworthiness and insignificance. Their gleam beckons me to stare at them, but their apparent perfection warns me to stay away, be careful not to get to close…and touching is out of the question! I find…