Increasingly, in recent years, I've met a lot of couples who met online. And I don't just mean through dating apps, I don't really believe in those, and also, I think they're becoming quite common place. 'Cause like ten years ago even, it would've been a wild thing to go out with a stranger from an app, but now it seems a lot of the couples that I know just, that's how they meet. So it sort of becomes impressive when they don't, when they met through other, more natural ways.

When we signed up to breathe for 21 days, I don't think any of us knew what they were getting into. Especially by the way our teacher had talked it up, telling us about the way some people had dug up some pretty intense emotional stuff, how it had brought about important changes, and all that. It never ceases to impress me, the hunger we humans have for changing. We keep expecting there's the great big figured-out exit, just around the next corner, don't we? To be honest, I think that was mostly why we got into it.

I've actually been thinking a bit about make-up lately, so when I saw the theme for the new Ladies of Hive contest, I figured it was an invitation:Do you like makeup? How does it make you feel? Tell us about your makeup routine. Are you an expert? Do you use a lot of products? Or do you prefer something simpler?

Now, I know I'd already settled on the Irish Apple Cake thing for our St Patricks Day fiesta, except my momma didn't raise me to say no thank you when I see the words cheesecake and whiskey in the same sentence. Even though I am not much for sweet drinks, when I saw online the idea for a Baileys cheesecake, I was intrigued (to put it mildly). Now, I wish I could tell you which recipe I used, except the truth is I just browsed a few while at the store, got what I needed, then just sorta free-styled.

I'm doing my best to traverse a sticky situation (as) maturely (as I can). It's just not something we can see eye to eye on right now, so I figured okay, I'll leave it. There's really nothing that can be done unfortunately, and the best thing to do is, I suspect, allow enough time to pass. Except this other person won't.

I was writing a couple of days back about urban luxuries, or what might pass for, at least. And now, it seems I've circled back around to the topic, though perhaps from a different angle. You see, I was in a terrible rush. I was so convinced I'd missed it. I'd arrived at two on the dot and felt certain they wouldn't let me in anymore. But I got lucky. These kinds of events are never too inflexible, perhaps as they primarily revolve around artistic types. I'd gone for a reading of a new play by a local writer. It was a spur of the moment thing, as I didn't know the writer, only one of the actors performing. As I shimmied into the theater hall, I was surprised by how many empty seats there were, and with it already past two. The play/reading would start any minute. And yet, I had no trouble sneaking up to the front row and plopping myself down. Still, I kept turning around. How come there were so few people?