We've all heard the phrase, "Hurt people, hurt people." It's true and I've been on both sides of that proverbial coin. I'm sure we all have. I have a soft spot for the broken, the hurting, the marginalized...the underdog. And I guess that's because I can identify on some level. ...that time I took "underdog"... Continue Reading →
A Dog’s Love
Y'all, I am not sure if I can get through this one but I am gonna try. Every so often, I'll get a photo from my ex of my dog, Cassie. She's 12 now and, by the looks of it, doing pretty great. Does it break my heart to get these rare insights into Cassie's... Continue Reading →
It’s Not Me, It’s You
Or, that time my best friend broke up with me. Photo Credit At 30-something, it had become difficult to make new friends. Or rather, it had become difficult to forge meaningful and lasting friendships. I had a job that required a change of scenery every two years and by change of scenery, I mean a... Continue Reading →
10 Things I’d Tell My Younger Self
I don't think mom knew it was picture day. Still, I continue to sport a very similar hairdo. WFH much? Dear Younger Me, I don't know how much time we have together so I'm going to make this quick. I've watched you from afar. I've noticed the mistakes you've made, the heartbreak you've endured and... Continue Reading →
Look Ma! No Boundaries!
Nothing says, "Go start a YouTube Channel," like having 48 followers on your blog! Am I right? I mean, I might as well take another gut punch right to my confidence and bear my soul EVEN MORE PUBLICLY just so I can spend hours putting together content only to obsessively refresh my various accounts to... Continue Reading →
What’s your Goldschlager?
There are two things I will never consume again. Two things that will always elicit a physical (and very negative) response if someone even utters the words: Goldschlager and Reuben sandwiches. I just got chills and that nails-on-a-chalk-board feeling. Like, in my soul. We all have these things. Food scars (or drink scars if the... Continue Reading →
SAAM I Am
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month (SAAM). And now you understand my title 'typo'. When we live in a world where we don't feel obligated to write about these topics, I will finally be able to rest easy. Until then, it is a worthy cross to bear. Today I made a connection on LinkedIn. I've... Continue Reading →
Lost in Translation
AKA Three Milk Cake I am excited about this one. Not because I necessarily think I will knock it out of the park with my wit and humor but because it makes me smile and reflect fondly on the little quirks possessed by the people I care about. Speaking of quirks, I've got a lot... Continue Reading →