If sites like Match are no longer a thing and Tinder’s just nasty, am I left to hope and pray I meet the love of my life in the checkout at Publix?
I moved to a new city for a one-of-a-kind job opportunity. Signed a lease on an apartment with a stunning view. Bought a new car. Everything was going great. Continue Reading
“Hey Corvaya, are you interested in a conversation with Mr. Vegas?” my editor yelled from her office.
The name rang a bell but I couldn’t imagine a face or hear a tune in my head.
Ugh! Where do I know that name from? Continue Reading