Last week I went to the salon to have some spa treatments. It was the first time I was meeting the girl that did my manicure and so she began to get acquainted. The first question she asked me was “Are you married?” The questioning from this stranger continued to centre around my single status… Continue reading The Independent Woman
One evening I was sitting on the balcony of my apartment in my new city when I heard the sound of the loud pick up truck drive into the parking lot. It was a very familiar sound. This particular truck would come in late at night and wake me up. When the driver opened the… Continue reading Love should be simple, like the guy that sings while getting out of his pick up truck.