This Isn’t Just About Cereal

Let me tell you about the tragic underlying thought behind a potentially comedic event. So, I've been home by myself for a week. Side note: I'm so out of practice living alone! Anyhoo, it's like 11:30 or midnight or something and I have an intense desire for cereal. Cinnamon Life cereal, to be precise. With almond milk cuz I'm bougie. With all this freedom I have, leaving at midnight for cereal was a fucking THRILL! I put on my Sorta bra (it sorta supports me, ya know, just enough) and head out in my t-shirt and gym shorts. Now, if you know me, you know I love pockets. I can't… Continue reading This Isn’t Just About Cereal

Using Puzzle Pieces As A Metaphor for Personal Growth Is So Clichéd

Puzzle Pieces

...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

I Believe In Santa Claus

Believe in Santa Claus

Every time around Christmas, the same conundrum seems to come up among my friends and family with young ones: How to keep the belief in Santa Claus alive. When kids are really little, it's easy. There are so many things beyond their comprehension that even the microwave seems like magic. Hell, I remember throwing my… Continue reading I Believe In Santa Claus

Empathy vs. Sympathy

These days, everyone has troubling times. Our world has progressed to create immediate demand, instant gratification, and the necessity for near perfection. Regardless of who you are, what you do, or where you live, at some point you are going to be in a position where you are down or someone close to you is… Continue reading Empathy vs. Sympathy

That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me

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

Seduced by the Sexy Side of Design

I try not to have too many regrets. If I did, I would be in perpetual cringe mode, my face scrunched up like its sole purpose was to hold up a 90's high school girl's hair. The one–let's call it a lament–I have is not pursuing writing when I was younger. You see, writing is… Continue reading Seduced by the Sexy Side of Design