Author: Peter DeWolf

My middle name isn’t Evelyn

It’s 7:18 am and I’m thinking about how it has recently been brought to my attention that I’m kind of Ted Mosby-ish. Or “totally Ted Mosby.” Truth be told, it’s one of those things...

it’s a marathon, future wife

Hiiiiii, love. A question I get more often than I’d like is… “How are you still single?” Sometimes they mean it in a supportive way. “You’re great! Why hasn’t one snapped you up yet?”...

blizzzzzzzard

Sometimes, dear friends, when warm moist air rises up over cold air, well, it dumps a shitload of snow on Eastern Canada. He kicks at the door. Once. Twice. “Fuck.” Thrice. The door swings...

[1000 Words] Hannah B.

With every single mile that goes by, her chest is getting a little tighter. So is his, but he forces a smile as he navigates around slower-moving traffic. Her phone vibrates on her lap....

[1000 Words] Ashley M.

If you were in the zoo that morning, you would have enjoyed yourself. The sun was matter-of-factly warming while setting the mood. You’d see kids making their first visit, accompanied by parents who were...