I've always traveled alone. I like to tell myself it's only because I like the freedom, the lack of obligation to another, to his desires and schedules and hang-ups, not wanting to compromise on my need to go, to do, to explore when I want, where I want. I like to tell myself I travel alone because I don't want someone to get in my way. But it's more than that: I travel alone because part of me fears...

Do we wait for our partners to change?At night, as the sun sets, my go-to coffeehouse transforms into an intimate wine bar. Back for the second time today to write, with Monkey on my lap, many others converse, sip, and munch with their dates and close friends amidst candle light. It's Wednesday night.In front of me, a man sits alone, but soon enough another joins, and then another. The three, obviously close buddies, sip beer (instead of wine) and...

Dreams and Touch [spacer height="20px"][spacer height="20px"]I had a dream last night,on MLK Day,but it had nothing to do with that man.It had everything to do with another,who stands separated by a fence,closed-off, unemotional, agitated."Hello, Sabrina," he says,formally, disengaged."Hey, what's up," I offer.I can feel my body tense, suddenly aware of how my bikini hugs my body in the 62-degree sunshine.I let the forced pleasantry hang in the air and then tediously continue on its way  as I overanalyze every...

"So I checked out your blog," the man says across the table as he dips a cucumber in hummus. "Do you go on dates just so you have material for it?" I let his words marinate in the air, tasting his fear and uncertainty."No, not at all."I can tell he doesn't believe me. He's worried I'm using him.I've heard this before, from men and women alike.Would you assume a real estate agent is going on a date just...