“I’m a little nervous, to be honest,” I confessed to my best friend at 3:00 a.m. in a Berlin hotel room. “What if we figure out we’re not compatible after all?” Kristen and I were only a week into our 21-day tour through Europe, and […]

Almost two years ago, I submitted a piece of writing to a blog I love. When it was published, I decided to post the link on my Facebook page. Just another article like the dozens I’d written before about heartbreak and self-worth and finding my […]

Welcome to the third (and final) installment of the heartbreak monologues, a post that tackles the age-old question: Can men and women be just friends? If you missed Part I and Part II, check ’em out! I hope you enjoy reading the conclusion to our Valentine’s […]

In honor of Valentine’s Day (or perhaps in spite of it), I’m paying tribute to the failed flings that molded my younger years, and the three men that each played a specific role. In case you missed it, I covered my first taste of love—and my first heartbreak—in […]

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the nature of romantic relationships—the joy they provoke, the agony that can ensue, and the everlasting marks they tend to leave on our hearts. Before I met my husband at the tender […]

Inspired by Kristen’s previous post on the same topic, my husband decided to write his own version of how he knew I was the girl for him. I may be a bit biased, but I found his essay to be a quirky, fun, and insightful read—and thought it’d be worth […]

I fell in love at seventeen. And though I hate to admit it, I fell in love again, briefly, foolishly, at twenty-two. At twenty-three, I fell in love with the man I’m going to marry. Kristen HartsfieldCo-Founder | Kristen is a ninth-generation Texan with a […]

You are twenty-three, and I am twenty-four. In the scheme of things, it’s a tiny, infinitesimal difference that I’m sure forty-year old Kristen will find incredibly amusing. Nothing could possibly have changed so much to warrant a letter. But I must write it anyways because […]