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Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don't remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate. To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not to... Continue Reading →
So, in the interest of transparency, I have a lot going on right now. I've accepted a promotion at my day job, which means I am leaving the place I have worked for the last ten years, and taking a new position in a new location with the same company. It's scary, and I'm crazy... Continue Reading →
1. If You Had The World’s Attention For 30 Seconds, What Would You Say? REMEMBER TO FLOSS YOUR TEETH EVERYDAY! AND STAY HYDRATED! 2. If You Had To Work But Didn’t Need The Money, What Would You Choose To Do? Any type of writing. Or cuddling kittens. That counts, right? 3. What Is In Your... Continue Reading →
So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school... based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman's poems have... Continue Reading →
I have technically been an adult for 9 years, but in many ways, I feel like I'm not quite there. I sometimes forget that I am the master of my own destiny, the bearer of my own burdens, the navigator on my own stretch of road, and I determine the path, and how to handle... Continue Reading →
Like all dignified cat owners, I love to give my cat, Reese, little 'boops.' Boops on the nose, boops on the head, etc. However, much like me, Reese also spurns the majority of affectionate gestures, so she typically acts incredibly affronted when I do this to her, and then ignores me for hours afterward. Here... Continue Reading →
This week, landscapers came to do some yard work at our house. So, being the occasionally nice human being that I am, I figured I would park my car in the street so they could pull into the driveway, which would hopefully make it easier for them to get their work done. The issue is,... Continue Reading →
When I was about seven or eight, I was obsessed with the musical CATS. Like, properly obsessed - I used to watch it every day after school, knew all the words to the songs (even though I didn't know what half of them meant), and dreamed that I could be one of the characters onstage... Continue Reading →
I know that many people look at the world today and see it as a volatile place. I'm more or less the definition of a standard-issue, Starbucks-loving, nonreligious, straight white girl, so obviously, my life hasn't been riddled with the kinds of difficulties faced by those who are discriminated against because of their sexual orientation,... Continue Reading →
