Five Things Moving Has Helped Me Learn About Myself.
(We’re about to get deep up in here.) Read the rest of this gem…
(We’re about to get deep up in here.) Read the rest of this gem…
You know I’ve realized, as adults, we do this thing. Read the rest of this gem…
Poor November. Of all the months of the year, November’s the most confused. Read the rest of this gem…
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I once had a dream that Justin and I had a baby. Read the rest of this gem…
I used to have a boss who, while I was diligently performing tasks and crossing them off my list, would storm into the office in a whirlwind of ball-juggling stress, over-caffeinated energy, and a genuine perky spirit. Read the rest of this gem…
Last Friday my doctor was surprised to see me. Read the rest of this gem…
When I was twenty-years-old, I met a boy.
Less than a year later, when I was twenty-one, I was moving across state lines to live with him in Georgia, where he was stationed with the Air Force.
I may as well admit it.
We are displeased. Read the rest of this gem…
Along with two dogs, trash bags full of clothes, garbage bins full of dry goods, and a derelict collection of towels, pillows, and bedding, my sister, who we’re in the process of moving from south Florida to Chicago, has brought something else to my house — the HBO hit seriesĀ Girls, which is written by, directed by, and starring Lena Dunham. And I’ve been watching it. Read the rest of this gem…
What am I doing? I thought as the water closed over my head. Read the rest of this gem…