This week has marked the end of summer. RIP Summer 2018. I appear to have disappointed most people I’ve come into contact with because I did not travel anywhere. (As…
(sorry for the poor sound quality) In the words of the great Tim Riggins, I’ve been wondering lately, “Where’s the Me-Time?” I really need to find some Me Time. So,…
I wrote a little something once about being single. And it went something like this… I love an unexpected treasure, and I was gifted with one this past weekend. The…
I moved to California at the beginning of fourth grade, and it didn’t take me long to find a cute, blond-haired boy to fall in love with. He was the…
It’s a hectic week, so Literary Battles will return next week. Sorry 🙁 But in the meantime, enjoy this #TBT post from the past. Early in my writing career, an…
The Olympics are a wonderful thing. They start with strange mascots, oily Tongan muscle men, and Gisele Bundchen walking across a stadium in a moment that I’m still trying to…
I am very impressionable. I am a marketing department’s dream. Put a pizza in front of me, and suddenly I’m watching my Dominos pizza tracker turn different colors. In the…
I am very impressionable. I am a marketing department’s dream. Put a pizza in front of me, and suddenly I’m watching my Dominos pizza tracker turn different colors. In the…
This writer can find no words in the universe to explain her excitement about this: [facebook url=”https://www.facebook.com/GilmoreGirls/videos/1369499189730070/” /]
This writer can find no words in the universe to explain her excitement about this: [facebook url=”https://www.facebook.com/GilmoreGirls/videos/1369499189730070/” /]
While watching the Bengals game, I discovered the most wonderful thing on Twitter. Football and Books, created by Lauren at Bookmark Lit. (Click HERE for more info and to join…
Saturday night I went to the theater. Just saying “theater”–in a slightly British/Old-Fashioned Wealthy accent–makes me feel so cultured and intellectual. It began as a favor to a friend, but…
My dad’s life was an hourglass, full of tiny grains of sand that marked moments of humor, hard work, love, and great beauty. At times those grains passed slowly from…
(*Last weekend I ran a half-marathon and set a PR. This is the transcript of my internal monologue. I’m not sure it answers the question Why do I run? but…
Ode to Truffles a poem for Molly O! Little bite of chocolate, So velvety and smooth. A bite, and then I wait As you become A rich, chocolate blanket covering…
It was just a jacket. Most people probably wouldn’t have even noticed nor cared about such a mundane detail. But I noticed. Right away. I saw it long before I…
Ode to Coney Island The subway car empties little by little at each stop. It travels slowly over rickety rails, gasping for breath in the chilly air. “Last stop, Coney…
Crazy how you make it all alright, Love. You quench my heart, and you quench my mind– All I could hope is to have you. I was kissing you, you…
They say there’s something irredeemable about death. It’s something beyond repair; hopeless; not able to be helped, saved, or made better. They say this, and it’s true. It’s why I’m…
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