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When I was 20 years old, I walked out of a train station terminal and into the parking lot. My father sat in the cab of his truck, waiting patiently to pick me up. As I walked into the sunshine flooded parking lot, I noticed a family. A woman a few years older than me handed her toddler to a man who was clearly the woman's father. "Hm," I thought, "I really need to have a kid soon before my dad dies." A few clarifying points are needed. I was not married. I did not have a boyfriend. I lived at home. My father was not sick.  Read more >

I have a problem. A problem with dresses.I know, I know. I don't come off like someone who likes dresses. From your seat in front of your computer, I appear to be someone whose pants come equipped with suspenders and ride up to her armpits.But I have a love affair with dresses. I covet them. I worship them. Fancy dresses, casual dresses, sundresses, nightgowns, cover ups. If it slips over my head and swishes I'm in heaven.  Read more >