We’re not single because of us. We’re single because of you. I read this piece. I hope you do, too. It’s beautifully written by Morgan Parker and so many single women will see themselves in her words and in her confusion as to why we are alone despite presenting objectively…

If this is you, we should talk. Everything’s fine until you’re tired. Until fatigue sets in, single women are on board for quite a lot. You’d be impressed by the very volume of dating advice, dating services, dating strategies, and dating coaches that single women will seek out before we’re…

Tell the uncles and cousins to make fun of something else. Tension is coming. Long rows of place settings dotted by trivets labeled with post it notes. A slight dip in height where we had to dust off a folding table from the garage. People will gather, familiar dishes will…

Something soothing for the perpetually imperfect. I give word hugs. I can’t be there to buy you a coffee I mean a wine, and let you vent to me even though venting accomplishes very little, and I certainly can’t make the overwhelming realities of like…being alive go away. But I…

The defiant joy of kicking ice under the fridge. I don’t code, but I know algorithms. I was raised with many. Most notably, “Don’t do X, or Y will happen.” You remember it well, I’m sure. Don’t run with scissors, you’ll poke your eye out, don’t open an umbrella in…

And why I stopped. I’m an early riser. This is not a casual statement like one you might exchange with a new friend while re-applying gloss in a restaurant bathroom. My eyes open at 5am without an alarm, that my friend is rising early. …

And it’s had a hold on my entire generation. They aren’t just pants — far from it. They’re a linguistic poke in the ribs with a pointy stick that’s been jabbing at my generation long enough. We didn’t ask for them, they were imposed upon us…like mandatory training videos at…

Seasonal support for solo celebrators. The holiday season holds a lot for singles, and that’s without factoring in things like comparison and the fact that you might actually like having someone to celebrate the season with romantically. But what I’ve learned from this community is that by far the hardest…

And other horrors. My childhood, in a physical feeling, is the acute temple-area strain of my hair being pulled back into a ponytail tight enough to qualify as a face lift. Until I was about ten, my mother did my hair every morning in the one style I would tolerate…