After brushing my teeth and grabbing my mouthguard, I step into the bedroom. Maya sits cross-legged, writing. With the brown leather book propped on her lap, she scribbles words of affirmation. Day 11: I admire how she knows what she wants in life. C3* knows exactly who she is and
Building Your Relationship
Building an intimate relationship requires two willing individuals to participate in an intentional social connection so it can grow. Here are a series of blog posts that share stories and advice with different ideas of how to flourish in your relationship.
This was a tough one. I attempted writing my version to Maya’s and my love story specifically for our wedding website. A few people provided me with similar feedback. “This doesn’t sound like you, Cecilia. You’re a romantic. Don’t write facts. Write from your heart.” They were right. I tried
While I drove us back down south to Ruidoso, David copy-interpreted from the passenger seat what I was signing. He did this so Maya could see what I was signing since she was sitting in the back. At one point, I giggled. David “interpreted” my giggle by mimicking my giggle.
So many of us find ourselves swirling in mundane routines, day in, day out. We let the clock tick our way through habitual, familiar instances. Wake up, go to work, run errands, come home, make a meal, sleep. Go at it again, and again. And sometimes its just necessary, isn’t
Until 2015, not all queer* couples could marry legally (in the USA). Due to limited rights, queer folks often called their significant others “domestic partners” to signal the seriousness of their relationships. Because of past circumstances, using the term “partner” continues to be commonly used by the queer community. Now,
My partner and I grew up celebrating and practicing different faith traditions. She is Jewish. I am Christian. Gratefully so, when I told my Mama that Maya is Jewish, she instantly chuckled with unexpected delight. “Now we got someone Jewish to add to our already diverse clan!” with a big,
My partner, Maya, and I developed a once-a-week-date-night tradition which we started last fall. We take turns hosting the date night. Maya usually finds the local hidden gems for us to wine and dine. Last week was at Maydan, a hideout in Northwest DC which houses a 2-floor tall clay