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
What are you most afraid of?
I know many of you instantly visualized very distinctive fears; spiders, clowns, heights perhaps? You wouldn’t be far off because according to Google it’s an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.… READ THE REST
It’s happened, I’m now far enough out of high school to speak about it with a modicum of authority, or wistful nostalgia. A full decade has passed (plus) and I’m to the point where I forget how old I am, so I have to remind myself of my birth year and count forward, slowly.… READ THE REST
It didn’t hit me that being a Millennial could be taken so negatively until my recent conversation with my 21-year-old college student brother. Get this—he wanted a full time job this summer that didn’t require physical labor and had flexible hours.… READ THE REST
So first off there are different ways a breakup can go down. Sometimes it is due to falling out of love, cheating, distance, or even fear of being tied down. I see these as the main reasons for break ups although I know that there are others.… READ THE REST
Over the years I’ve collected a good amount of friends. I’m fairly introverted, but once people get past my resting bitch face, I think they find me to be moderately agreeable. (Or not, whatever. Like I said, I’m an introvert.)
I quickly learned though, that 36 nights (and days) of consecutive college drinking does not make a friend.… READ THE REST
I had an abortion.
My boyfriend and I were both teenagers. We had been dating around two months; we were very excited to finally be together. We wanted to try new things and be adventurous, which for us, meant not using protection.… READ THE REST
So, here it is. I’m sure you’re all expecting me to say something fantastic about my dating life. Well, I can’t. Because I don’t have a dating life. “Dating lives” do not exist in this generation.
There are two levels to this whole “dating” thing.… READ THE REST
Dear ocean eyes peeping out from the bundle of pink,
Rest your head little one- it comes hard for you, I know, but maybe, just maybe, if Momma and Daddy get just a little more sleep, the screaming would stop.
Wondering who gets me on Christmas
Dear peering through the bars of what used to be your crib,
Momma and Daddy tried to get you excited about the new baby, but it sure made you angry when you could no longer crawl onto Mommy’s lap at bedtime.… READ THE REST