A Third Life Housewife/Full-Time Middle-Class Retail Associate (Kind of Writer) Crisis

I was going to buy myself a new pair of shoes tonight but then I compared my bank account to my credit card statement and I realized where my money really needed to go. I had a drink instead. Long story shot, I can freely admit that my plans with this blog have not come near to fruition. I’m still trying to figure out what it is I’m supposed to...

Back In School

I remember Columbine. I was 12. My dad had a subscription to TIME magazine and I used to flip through the issues whenever he wasn’t reading them. I read all about the major news stories in TIME. I kept the issues about Princess Diana’s death and about Mark McGuire’s and Sammy Sosa’s home run records. Hype was easy to grasp with TIME, but Columbine was something different. I was captivated by...

Drowning in a Sea of Orange

It’s been a surreal week. Drumpf was inaugurated last Friday. On Saturday morning, the women protested, and I was inspired. On Saturday night, my sister and my friend and I threw a 90’s party, and for just a few hours we lived in a time period that I only remember with fondness and nostalgia. Everyone arrived dressed in ill-fitted 90’s attire, danced in the dark to all the cheesy sentiment...