...but I'm going to do it anyway. Life is like a giant puzzle with like, 4,163 pieces (I did the math with a calculator and everything!). Growing up, we have no idea what that puzzle is going to look like. We need to keep adding pieces. How do we add pieces, you ask? Great question!… Continue reading Using Puzzle Pieces As A Metaphor for Personal Growth Is So Clichéd
Such a funny phrase -- Life gets in the way. Like Life is a cat that winds around your feet as you're walking down the stairs, determined to kill you. Or it's that one person at the supermarket with their cart on one side of the aisle while they read the nutritional labels on the… Continue reading Life Gets In The Way
It was a dreary gray morning in Chicago, the kind made for cuddles and movies. I had exited the train and was navigating through Union Station, trudging through a maze of commuters, and trying not to get impaled in the genitals by people who insist on carrying their over-sized umbrellas horizontally. The escalator ride was… Continue reading That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me
Some people hoard clothes, newspaper clippings, sentimental items...their own feces. I hoard social media. Someone as (currently) unimportant as myself should not have so many sites. I doubt Instagrammers want to see my lunch of left over PB&J from my son. I have two Twitter accounts, both of them plan on suing me for neglect. I even… Continue reading Social Media Whoreder
Shut Up, Shani! 