The thoughts, ideas and writings of an introverted woman in this extroverted world. Updated every Sunday!
Writing is a lot of things. Everyone has a different relationship with writing; I hardly hear a middle ground when the question of “Do you like to write?” pops up. This blog post is an ode to writing and what it has meant to me throughout my life. Writing Is… Fun When I was ten…
When I was a child, I used to have a simple, recurring fantasy about escaping from my mundane life. I would imagine walking down a long dirt road or an abandoned railroad wearing nothing but the clothes on my back. Even my feet would be bare as I dangled my sandals from two fingers and…
No matter where I’ve lived, worked, learned, I’ve often felt like I’ve been ignored or overlooked in favor of others. Despite being the “average” woman’s height of 5’3″, I’m still considered petite when standing among others. I’ve had waitresses gaze over my head to address my party members with the menu choices and the check,…
The last thing I intended to do was restart my blog with a rant over another blog. But when I saw the title of a Vogue.com article shared on Twitter a few weeks ago, my biscuits became quite burned. “How Did I Become the Last Single Person In My Group?” A.k.a., “Mid-30s and Single: Did…
We all know that familiar scenario. It’s a normal day like any other. You’re wandering along, minding your business and doing what you know needs to be done. You notice a guy nearby. You’ve seen him around every now and then. Maybe you didn’t notice him too much, no more than anyone else. He’s kinda cute.…
Video Source: WWE Every time I tell someone that I watch professional wrestling (and have in fact been a fan for over 20 years), I relish in the look on their face. Jaws have dropped, eyes have widened, and I get my statement repeated back to me. “You watch wrestling?” The shock pleases me, because…
On December 23, 2015, at approximately 5 o’clock in the morning, I was on the road in my trusty 2002 Grand Am, pushing through holiday traffic toward my mother’s home, seven hours away. My radio was humming from my mixed CD, and the night around me glittered with the headlights of my fellow travelers. Then,…