My Mother Was a Mail-Order Bride
People often ask me how I came to the United States. Sometimes they give me an unpleasant smirk, wink at Beaker, my American husband, and say nothing but imply a lot. Sometimes they go as far as measure me up and down, and blatantly ask me if I was a mail-order bride. In response, I… (54 comments)

Goals for a 40 year old woman
I’m a 40 year old woman who has battled feelings of a midlife crisis periodically over the last few years. In the last article, I shared how I overcame being depressed about turning 40. Today, I’ll share some goals you can have as a 40 year old to positively change your life.  In the last… (17 comments)

It all started with my friend cracking a joke about my shopping addiction. “You’d rather have new shoes than children,” she said. Then she caught my eyes that were reflecting exactly the same thought and added (not laughing) “I can’t believe you’d rather have new shoes than kids.” You’ve read the title of this post… (29 comments)

Work. Work slammed me with its huge hammer. The last three weeks were so overwhelmingly intense that I stopped believing in work-life balance for good. There are people who can stretch a 24-hour day into a 36-hour day, and still manage to get some sleep. I am not one of them. I stress. I feel… (28 comments)

Today is our seventh year anniversary. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of shared experiences, dreams and plans. Seven years of getting to know each other.  Seven years of a life together. When we met over seven years ago, both of us were poor. I was a full-time student, working full-time, my spending problems were… (29 comments)

I never studied at college what I wanted. I chose my majors based on my future earning potential. Sadly, my education was not motivated by love for knowledge, natural curiosity and love of intellectual pursuits. My education was always motivated by financial gain. Even though I had a dream of becoming a writer and joining… (35 comments)

I got my first pair of jeans when I was 26 years old. I just moved to the United States, and, after some examination of my wardrobe, my stepfather told my mother that I needed to go shopping. Understandably, my Lithuanian clothes did not fit well into an American lifestyle. My first jeans were from… (24 comments)