About a month ago I wrote a blog about how I wasn’t ready to date. A simple claim that I had recently come to grips with at the time. I received a lot of feedback from people who shared their stories with me. It was a roughly a 70/30 split between people who have experienced … Continue reading ‘It’s complicated.’
The past few months I've received a lot of emails, Insta DMs and in-person Qs about my blog. I've sorta ~blogged about it~ before, but that was, like, almost a year ago. So, here's a refresher. Some of the Qs I've been asked are as follows: Why and when did you start it? How can I start … Continue reading I have a chewed piece of gum on my desk.
Nose to the sky, we fly through the crisp December air splitting the clouds into millions of pieces. This setting is familiar. My legs sit on the plastic leather seat. Iced coffee to my right. The sky is painted with city lights that glimmer along the black horizon. A man made Milky Way. Where are … Continue reading Rainbow unicorn toast.
I am a storyteller. “What’s up with a pretty girl like you being single?” he asked in a drunken slur. “Umm, idk! You know men these days!” I replied four vodka sodas deep, “just not ready for a boyfriend I suppose.” After a brief make out sesh at the bar before I realized I wasn’t … Continue reading I am a storyteller.
This time was different. *** The giant tower stood before me. "WELCOME, UMASS CLASS OF 2015" the banner read in bold crimson letters. 15th floor. Corner room. A lofted bed. My mother's fight to hold back her tears. We had already unloaded my father's truck of Rubbermaid plastic drawers, a $12.99 bright blue desk lamp … Continue reading Empty pizza boxes & stained coffee mugs.
I feel like I give unsolicited advice all the time. Like, something will happen to me and I'm like YO THIS WORKED FOR ME ONE TIME THIS SHOULD BE ADDED TO THE CONSTITUTION OR SOMETHING. Most of the time I don't really know what I'm talking about but I just go with it because I'm … Continue reading A millennial’s unsolicited career advice.
To call myself an "artist" would be a massive stretch. Creative? Yes. Artist? Ehh. If you count off-pitch sing-in-the-shower sessions and my innate ability to doodle the f*ck out of a new notebook, then, yes, maybe I am an artist. I can't sing. I simply can't. I want a phenomenal voice, like really bad. But, … Continue reading Inspiring female artists to add to your playlist.
Hi everyone, Again, want to thank you for all of the kind words I have received over the past couple of days and an extra thank you to those who shared your story with me. I received tons of questions/responses via email, Insta, Facebook, etc., which I promise to answer by the end of this … Continue reading Let’s talk about it: Pt. 1
I hope that you exercise human compassion and become an advocate for women some day. I hope you stop referring to women as "bitches" and "cunts" for having an opinion. That someday you believe that women are not below you and you use your intelligence towards making a positive difference in this world.
The blind in the middle window of my bedroom is broken. I should get it fixed, but I enjoy Mother Nature as an alarm clock. You cannot hit snooze on the sun. I've tried. Mother Naure is relentless. I am relentless. The sun woke me that morning, the same way it always does. I looked … Continue reading Words.