Ten years ago, I bonded with my grandmother over The Bachelor. Something about trashy, reality T.V. makes our real lives easier to live. Today, we’re still watching it.

Years ago, I bought car seats for my closest friend’s daughters. Then, my friend and I broke up—over the car seats. Sort of.

John Mayer’s songs helped me survive heartbreak. Twice. I’m not in love with the man, but his music is my love language.