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A realistic letter to my hypothetical future boyfriend
"Sometimes I wonder how I'll even fit you into my life."
Kerri is a columnist, social commentator, mother of three, and author of 'The Little Book of Anxiety' and 'When My Husband Does the Dishes...'
"Sometimes I wonder how I'll even fit you into my life."
When Kerri Sackville read Em Rusciano's heartwrenching post about her recent miscarriage, the pain of her own pregnancy losses came flooding back.
We all need to challenge our in-built confirmation bias, the future - and our happiness - depends on it.
When people come back from the dead to eat your brains and make you go crazy.
It took Kerri Sackville three years to get the fridge door fixed, but who’s counting?
To paraphrase my great mate Jane Austen, a single woman in possession of a few more good years must be in search of a husband.
Let this imagined exchange highlight the precise agony of online dating.
As a person with anxiety, I should agonise over decision-making. In fact, I'm the opposite, writes Kerri Sackville.
There's nothing reality TV likes more than a vulnerable, sobbing woman.
We don't like it when people move away from their publicly stated opinions, writes Kerri Sackville.
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