My father loved reading the newspaper.
So much so that if you dared come between him and his daily dose of the routine reading of the newspaper, you would regret the move.
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My father loved reading the newspaper.
So much so that if you dared come between him and his daily dose of the routine reading of the newspaper, you would regret the move.
Growing up, I wanted to be a writer, maybe a journalist, or both. I hoped that by the time I got to 30, I would have a man and a kid if not two. As I approached the big ‘zero’, however, I had no serious relationship that could turn into a marriage. I began to panic. Continue reading “Dating in 30s is Different: Here is my experience”