I live in a nice upper class community. The type of place where you can go for long walks and wave to Randy while he throws ribeyes on the barbie.
In my neighborhood is a lesbian couple. At least I assume them to be lesbians.… READ THE REST
I watched 13 Reasons Why, it enraged me. I was so angry with Hannah for not trying harder to live. I am still angry with her days after finishing the show, and why? It’s a fictional representation of some girl’s high school experience.… READ THE REST
I am going to tell you something I typically only share with very close friends, or drunk girls who are crying in the public restroom. This is something I know I may take some hits for, but I hope you will hear me because I ain’t wrong: If you want him to stay, you may have to leave.… READ THE REST
Two weeks ago I chugged a caramel mocha, heavy on the whipped cream. When I raised my eyes from my cup, I saw my husband grinning at me. “Are you happy?” He asked.
He has asked me this question 100x before.… READ THE REST
I did something I haven’t done much of this year; hit pause and ran away with my family. Half of me wanted to run far, (like without them) the other half wanted to feel like we were still at home. So I packed up the kids, grabbed the hand of my husband, and went to the Grand Beach Resort in Traverse City Michigan.… READ THE REST
My husband failed his entire first year of college. Straight F’s. Even in gym. He was grieving the loss of his older brother who should have been raging in that dorm life with him but was instead in a casket. Sometimes you can make plans for yourself, and then life throws a wrench in the tricycle you’ve been building.… READ THE REST
When I was twenty-two my husband was the funniest man on earth. My cheeks hurt every time I was with him. We would have dance parties on the living room floor, talk until 3am, and I’d giggle like he was Kevin Hart and I had a backstage pass.… READ THE REST
Let’s face it: 2016 was a hot mess. We lost a bunch of honored and admired celebrities. Our childhood heroes were being challenged, alleged and infamously uncovered. The black community suffered again and again and again. Our FB friends showed they asses and we had to block, unfollow, delete, curse out, etc.… READ THE REST
I am your token millennial. I was born in 1987, (you can check my driver’s license should you feel skeptical). I am young enough to use google as a verb, but old enough to have owned mix tapes. I refuse to shop at Walmart because of the labor conditions in their Asian factories, and yet I will admit I have no idea who my state representatives are.… READ THE REST
It was 7th grade, and the final field trip of year. The junior high was off to Sixth Flags Great Adventures, where small children can spend a years’ worth of allowance on a soda pop and corn dog that’s not even kosher.… READ THE REST
I am just going to come right out and say it, Christians can be fake.
If I have just caused you to squint your eyebrows, first you need to understand that I am one of you. I’m not just an Easter and Christmas Christian.… READ THE REST
This has been a tough year for me. We added a third child into our family, I am finishing my doctoral program, and I have felt like I am running myself ragged at work. Not to mention that everyone in my family has contracted scurvy this year (I blame Jenny McCarthy).… READ THE REST
I’m a planner. I like to know exactly what’s going to happen and the exact time the events will unfold. Once I decide I want something the wheels are set in motion and it’s off to the races. There will be hell to pay if you’re in my way and not on board with what I’ve decided is the right move.… READ THE REST
She met you in high school. She was fifteen and owned a Mariah Carey album. Love was summer nights and brown eyes. She grabbed your hand and never looked back. She had a plan. Go to school, get married, have babies.… READ THE REST
My husband and I were on a walk the other afternoon. Out of nowhere I saw tears form in his eyes. I didn’t have to ask what he was thinking about. I could tell by his vacant stare that it was you.… READ THE REST
The first time I saw a girl flirt with my husband I was 11. Technically he wasn’t my husband yet, but he had passed me two notes so I figured it was close enough. He was using the numbers on his calculator to make funny words.… READ THE REST
Red isn’t a color that’s easy to miss. It commands attention and is typically used to alert people to stop. We stop when we see red lights, red stop signs, and attention alerts with huge red exclamation points. For some reason when it comes to red flags and relationships, the correlation between red and stop suddenly becomes foreign concepts to a lot of women.… READ THE REST
I’m angry. With you, with myself, with God.
Most of us who knew you, have lost a piece of ourselves. Those pieces were buried with you. We have questions. Why did you do this? Were we not enough to keep you here?… READ THE REST
If you clicked on this link looking for a pick-me-up, exit immediately. I got nothing for you.
A student stayed after class the other day to ask what my zodiac sign was. She said, “I just love that you are always so happy.” I immediately flinched and waited to see if Zeus may strike me with a bolt of lightning.… READ THE REST