observations
Uniting In Fury: Vol. 4
The fourth installment of Uniting In Fury is upon us, which may have you thinking I just sit around mad all the time. I don’t. I’m usually standing. 1. When hair is anywhere but on a head. Healthy hair is a beautiful thing, until it’s on a table—or in your ravioli. It goes from, “Your […]
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I Must Confess
A lot of times, I don’t like what—seemingly—everyone else on the planet likes. Bacon, for instance. I’m not in the “bacon makes everything better” camp. I’m in the bacon-overwhelms-everything-with-bacon-flavor camp. I can see y’all reacting like this already: I know; I’m used to it. That’s the same reaction someone has when they find out I […]
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I Am Not Fit For Calamity
I Am Not Fit For Calamity. How do I know this? The power in our house went out for two hours (in broad daylight) and I reexamined my whole life. I like to fancy myself a resilient and resourceful go-getter; but that assertion got tested and destroyed just a few minutes into this misadventure. For […]
Read MoreI Still Talk To Fruit
We’ve been down this road. I previously confessed my tendency to consider the feelings of inanimate objects. There was no fallout from that disclosure, and I have no regrets for divulging what weighs on my heart. Since that post, things haven’t necessarily escalated, but this tendency hasn’t diminished, either. Does this make me a little […]
Read MoreLove Thyself
It seems very trendy lately to “love yourself.” I’ve noticed an influx of headlines, quotes and articles that tout the importance of putting yourself first, and loving who you are—seemingly above most other things. I’ve seen, “Love yourself first and everything else falls in line,” and “If you don’t love yourself, you’ll never be able […]
Read MoreShe Made Me Do It
I’m a relatively private person, but have decided it’s time to share some text exchanges between me and a certain someone I’ve known—and disliked—for years. My disdain for her centers around the unequivocal thoughtlessness at play—but her controlling, bullying ways are equally problematic. She’s a phenomenal fun-ruiner, and a perpetually unwanted third wheel. She loves […]
Read MoreSafety Is No Accident
Some time ago, we unwrapped the many ways I felt blessed to still be alive—despite my parents’ lackluster effort on that front. Yes, they loved us and fed us and didn’t allow us to drink arsenic, but I think we can all agree there was some iffy judgment on their parts when it came to trampolines, […]
Read MoreGirl Fight
I am neither proud nor ashamed to tell you that I almost got my ass kicked at Chick fil-A last week. I’d made, what was supposed to be, a quick Target run at lunch—but 45 minutes and $100 later (I’d gone in for a green Sharpie), I needed to grab a bite and get back […]
Read MoreDear Diary, I Get Around
Last week I had a conversation with a co-worker about why some people seem to have no self-awareness. We questioned why some people don’t pick up on social cues; why they can’t tell when they’ve intruded on a conversation; why they don’t read the faces of those who are negatively receiving the words they’re delivering. […]
Read MoreSay What?
I make every attempt possible to never say never. I even outlined my reasoning behind this ongoing personal goal here. But this is different. Even though I don’t say things like, “I’ll never get a bad tattoo” or “I’ll never leave the oven on” (for fear of eating my words), I’m relatively certain you’ll never […]
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