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From Plaid to Prada: Mr. Possibly Perfect

There is no Mr. Perfect. At least the one I labeled last year, isn’t. This article is not an anti-man, anti-love rant or a character assassination against him. This is not an exposé on closure as the idea of closure is mediocre. Everything is energy and energy is fluid. Since relationships are a source of […]

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Riding in Cars with Boys

Written by Asha Growing up as the second daughter was always hard. I was always second-best. I always came in second to my sister’s accomplishments. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get out of her shadow. When I wanted to be proud of being placed in an accelerated math class in fourth grade, it […]

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Stop Asking Me When I’m Getting Married

I think there’s a flashing red sign on my forehead that says, “Ask Her When She’s Getting Married!!!!” At my sister’s wedding almost six years ago I heard, “O’balik” (may you be next) more times than I heard “Mabrook” (congratulations) on my sister’s actual, real marriage. A year later when I graduated from college I heard, […]

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From Plaid to Prada: Beach to Bed

After hopping from one palace to the next, Emil took me for a cruise on the Bosphorous Strait in the Black Sea. We stood arm in arm as the sun set. “Your eyes are the sea,” he said as he held me closer. “You think?” I asked a bit humored by his attempt at poetry. […]

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From Plaid to Prada: City of Promises

We stepped out into the sunlight and Emil hailed a taxi. We slipped into the backseat and he instructed the driver towards a downtown plaza where tourists and locals alike pursued through the open souk. “I have the entire day planned for us,” Emil said as he took my hand into his. “Now that we’re […]

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A Letter to My First Real Boyfriend: Thank You for Breaking up With Me Sometimes there's beauty in heartbreak