engagement

When Macey and I planned our engagement photos, I knew I wanted my sparkly, bright lavender cane to be in them.

Between all of the political arguments and videos of dogs being excited to see their owners, I’m noticing a trend appearing all over my timeline — seemingly increasing every week. A lot of fucking people are getting engaged.

A week or so ago I started shopping for a wedding dress, and guess what? Shopping for a wedding dress sucks!

When I first got sober, I started to accept that the “happy” occasions in life — holidays, birthdays and other special events — might not only feel happy. When I’m “supposed” to feel good, I feel nervous, anxious, and embarrassed. The center of attention, I feel vulnerable and on display.

A couple months before our official engagement, Arran and I had an uncomfortable conversation about getting married. Specifically, my dear boyfriend of two years chose a quiet brunch on one unassuming Sunday to bring up the fact that he was reluctant to propose.

Deciding to get married can be a grown-up thing. Notice I said, “can.” I don’t believe that getting married automatically puts you in the grown-up category; there is a journey of letting go of childish things and attitudes that has to occur.

TLC's "90 Day Fiance" shows international couples grapple with the 90-day constraints of the "fiance" visa. But what's the real story?

America's favorite hunk has (reportedly) put a ring on it with Oxford-educated lawyer Amal Alamuddin. Why is sexism playing a role in media coverage of the big news?