Being Single

It’s that time of year. I’m getting sunburned when I have lunch outside, I find myself eating too much ice cream, and I’m constantly planning my weekends around my friends’ weddings. As excited I am for the engaged people in my life, wedding bells can …

Junior year was one of the toughest in my life, largely because for the first time I went through moments of experiencing the crushing hurt of loneliness. I’ve always appreciated having time to myself in the past. I liked being alone because I could ju …

It can be tempting to “hang in there” for friendship we hope will grow into something more, but how long should you spend wishing the romance will develop?

I was so inspirational last week as I challenged all of you to start saying yes that I actually took my own advice. Y’all, I said yes this week, and it blew up in my face. Saying yes is gutsy. It’s daring. It’s brave. It’s all the words I would never t …

Sometimes I forget what it felt like to be single. Sure, I remember the dates — the good, the bad, the non-existent. I remember driving places alone in my little blue-green Corolla (no car seats involved) to meet friends for movies or late-night coffee …

I loved turning 30. It wasn’t because by that age I’d accomplished all that I had hoped; I was single, expecting to have been married years earlier. It wasn’t because I relished reminders that within a decade I’d reach middle age. I loved my 30th birth …

On a recent business trip to Panama City Beach, Florida, Ruth Rutherford ended up dining alone at Red Lobster. Here’s how the witty blogger of I Kissed My Date Goodnight, describes the experience: About 15 minutes and two cheese biscuits into my meal, …

I remember clearly, and in a slow-motion kind of way, this scene from my sweet little sister’s wedding: Before turning her back to the crowd of single ladies who would vie for her bouquet of white lilies, my sister spotted me in the crowd. She was a fo …