On 35 years as a single lady

From the ages of approximately 5-25, I desperately wanted a pony for my birthday. This is a partial lie. My legs got too long for ponies by the time I hit eighth grade. But amending "pony" for "Andalusian/Lusitano/Percheron-cross/Arabian-cross wunder-horse" sounds a little pretentious. The point here is that I never got a pony. My loving …

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Quarantine Fancy

Friends, there are a lot of ways to deal with the stress of isolation as a single person during this social-distancing shindig. There's prayer, work, regular calls with family and friends. There's getting enough sleep and going for a daily long walk with the dog. These are laudable and healthy coping mechanisms. And then there's …