To have a social media account is to be solicited by someone in direct sales. You can hardly log in to Facebook without receiving a message about whitening toothpaste that will change your life AND offer financial freedom (quite the combo).… 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
Find mom friends they say. It’ll be easy they say. Wrong.
My personal experience with motherhood is that the beginning of it can be incredibly isolating. I was a few months post partum and I had finally crawled just far enough out of the black hole that is infancy to realize that I was alone (but not actually ever alone, because of the baby human).… READ THE REST
Thoughts I think to myself on a daily basis scrolling through my Facebook feed:
“Amber is posting jaw-dropping photos of the new gorgeous headboard her husband built them in his workshop from pieces of wood that he chopped down himself.… READ THE REST
I received a short message in my inbox last weekend and I can’t get it out of my head. The message read, “I wish I looked like you…”
I waited days to respond because I didn’t know how. What do you say to that?… READ THE REST
I walked into the bar with the intention of grabbing an application and when I saw you I forgot why I had came. For a split second, I forgot that I had recently left a relationship I didn’t want to be out of.… READ THE REST
I was 17 years old. Our class had just completed our voting for the senior “who’s who,” and I couldn’t wait to find out who I was.
I was thrilled. I had been the recipient of best looking, and best body in my senior class.… READ THE REST