The Slowness of Things

It’s the slowness of things that I believe in.  If you, and you alone, took a private jet to the Bermuda Triangle, it wouldn’t really matter to our earth, our ozone layer.  But if every rich person did, it suddenly would.  It’s the same with your economy-class ticket, your sirloin steak, your beloved can of …

My Muse is an Asshole

A story of a girl avoiding personal responsibility.

Fantasy Flats

These flats represent the person I would like to be. Tomorrow, I’m taking them to the consignment store, because I think they might pay me for them.  They’re new, barely worn, vibrant, and, I suppose I should add, terribly uncomfortable.  Feet-blistering.  I am supposed to keep wearing them mindlessly, because they are pretty, and I …

The Winter Break Blues

Every year, as the fall semester slowly erodes my work ethic and my soul, I look to winter break as the peaceful oasis with which to repay my sleep debt, lounge around in my pajamas, watch movies, read books, bake cookies, and see old friends.  It’s three weeks of bliss that break apart the semesters, …

I have a bit of a problem

My harrowing adventure with perfectionism and getting lost in the details

It’s been a while.

I’ve avoided blogging for months on end.  As I feared it would from the start, writing fell to the back of my to-do list for the past few months, and landed somewhere between “reading for pleasure” and “deep cleaning the fridge”.  Occasionally, I would start writing something, and then abandon it three or four paragraphs …

Happy Birthday, Mom

The women I know today are drifting above their bodies, watching the men of power tightening the shackles around their waists. Today, the United States congress has spoken.  It did not just vote for Kavanaugh.  No, it ruled that women’s bodies are not their own.  Today, congress voted that women are subhuman.  Today, congress stole …

Hamster Wheel Head

When I first started my blog, it was me and my keyboard, trying to write something artsy enough to be good, good enough to be artsy, and funny enough to be worth the read, if I could manage it.  I quickly learned that these criteria were far beyond the writing I could muster, and thus …

The ghost of nighttime past

The past, present, and future versions of myself have always had a rocky relationship.  They’re constantly at odds with each other, arguing about what I should have been doing before, what I’m doing right now, and what I should do later. It’s really hard to get along with me. But as I go through college, …

Fog, Pancakes, and The End of the World

A few weeks ago, I had a dream that the world was ending, and when you looked out the window, the air was saturated with fog so thick that all you could see was gray.  So I yanked the curtains closed and spent my day (presumably my last) in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes.  …