Tuesday night we had our last dinner together as “just us,” although we had NO idea. Wednesday morning I woke up at 5:30 questioning if my water had broken. I had wondered the same thing the night before, but wasn’t sure and didn’t want to make a big fuss over nothing.… READ THE REST
Randomly people will screenshot a post from a friend of mine. “Come get your girl.” They’ll say, #dumb.
If it weren’t for these screenshots I wouldn’t have any idea what these people were posting. I made a decision to mute them a long time ago.… READ THE REST
I hope you had a Merry Christmas. But in truth,
I hope your Christmas was miserable. I wish you had an ache in your heart because something was missing. I hope you were by yourself and it was just another day for you.… READ THE REST
Millennials are known for a lot of things. We are the most diverse generation, the most educated, we are the least republican generation. Only 19% of millennials consider themselves republican (you can thank Trump), and we are also the generation to kill the cereal company.… READ THE REST
I leave tomorrow to compete in Mrs. World in Johannesburg South Africa.
I competed at Miss USA on June 8th, 2014. I prepared, I worked, I prayed, and I lost.
In the last 3 years, I have learned that your dreams don’t give up on you, if you don’t give up on them.… READ THE REST
Something that has always bothered me as a highly spiritual person, is the way we Christians can bang the “forgiveness” drum. Someone legitimately hurts you, and within weeks or months, people are sermonizing your pain by telling you to let it go, and forgive.… READ THE REST
I’m here, climbing these steps in the gym. Kind of wishing I hadn’t set myself up at such a high speed. I’m already tired. I’m trying to act like I’m not actually dying, huffing and puffing up another flight toward that 200 calorie mark.… READ THE REST
I SAW YOU…
I saw you today and I judged you. I saw you in your tight, size 0, lululemon black leggings and your tied-up, sheer, white t-shirt. You were rocking your long blonde hair extensions (like I once had) and your trendy hat, as you pushed your young child in his ride-on toy.… READ THE REST
There is a man. He is standing outside of a bar. His back is up against the wall and he rubs his hands down her arms as she shivers. She is already jaded and bent from each time he’s exposed her.… READ THE REST
82% of single-parents are mothers. The number of single-mothers has risen over the years as divorce continues to climb at alarming rates and dads disappear.
There is magic in a mother’s hand. It’s soft and forgiving, a mother’s “hush” can sooth a crying baby instantly.… READ THE REST
A friend of mine posted this as his status on Facebook. “I believe in science. I believe in evolution. I believe in Nate Silver and Neil deGrasse Tyson, and Christopher Hitchens. Although I do admit he could be a kind of a jerk.… READ THE REST
I have just arrived to my place of employment. Everyone’s all “good morning,” and I’m just doing my best to blend in. Literally I noticed snot on the front of my dress while I was backing out of my drive way this morning.… READ THE REST
When I was fifteen my friends and I made dating contracts. It was a compiled list of all the qualities potential boyfriends would need to have in order to make the cut. We signed them in blood and pinky-swore we would never settle for a boy who did not check off ALL of our requirements.… READ THE REST
This year my daughter will start Kindergarten. Which means I am naturally already having crippling anxiety over her first day of high school. You guys, WHAT THE HECK WAS HIGH SCHOOL?
I went to the principal’s office once. I asked him to repaint the bathroom stalls.… READ THE REST
I’ve lived most of my life to please everybody, but me. Most of my school years featured boy bullies, guerrilla-style mean girls and fake-laughing with people whose pop culture references flew right over my sheltered head. I desperately tried learning to walk, talk and dress a certain way to make you like me.
I was 6 years old. I told you I didn’t want to ride the bus. You said it wasn’t up for discussion. I begged and pleaded. I cried and pulled my hair. You were unaffected. I threw myself on the ground and vowed never to speak to you again if you made me get on that bus.
I never really liked risk. Well, let me rephrase that. I romanticize risk and love the idea of it. I praise the people who are risk-takers and enjoy reading about people who stubbornly dare to do great things despite the odds.… READ THE REST
It’s officially the season of graduation parties and cookouts. Who doesn’t like free food? For the grad, there are a lot of unknowns in the world and it doesn’t usually hit them until all the balloons deflate and the leftover pulled pork is scraped from the bottom of the pan.… READ THE REST
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’m sure you know the kind of day that I’m talking about…
You didn’t sleep well at all the night before and laid in bed tossing and turning, so you sleep in late. Too late… And then the dominos keep falling.… READ THE REST