Personal Undergrowth

They ask, “Do you see the forest, or the trees?” and I look up. I blink, maybe, once or twice. I try to process what it is, exactly, that I’ve been asked. I must look stupid to them, because they attempt to explain. “It’s like a metaphor—” And at that point, I just can’t let … Continue reading

Maria : A Love Story With Tattoos

I have a request. I’ve been fascinated by tattoos for a long while. I’ve been drawing on my skin for years with gel pens, Crayolas, Sharpies—anything that could leave a decent mark. I’ve spent cumulative hours digging into my skin with cheap Bics and ballpoints, trying to eke out some sort of shape. My father … Continue reading

Being Human

Maybe this is a little too abstract, but I think… We’re pioneers. We’re small, sometimes unimaginative. Our worlds are minimally connected. We don’t really realize how much we could conceivably understand about each other. We’ve stumbled. We’ve wasted time wondering why some women don’t wear lipstick, or why some men aren’t afraid to cry. We … Continue reading

A Little Bit of Fashion

There’s got to be some form of crack in cosmetics, I swear. For some reason, as soon as I put on a coat of nail polish, my hands go from prick-and-punctured worrying things into these graceful swan-like entities attached to my wrists. It gets worse with rings—and I love rings. My fingers are a little … Continue reading

A Photographic Memory

I’ve always been absolutely fascinated by photography. It started with my father, who was, essentially, attached to his Canon by the eye socket for as long as I can remember. Some of my most vivid memories of my father are of him taking photographs in his Indiana Jones hat, or walking close by me with … Continue reading

Why I Can’t Shut Up

The prompt was something like: Why do you write? What inspires you to do so? Sorry for the obvious blog pun-iness, but it keeps me energized to keep making lame references. To be completely honest, writing is one of the only things in life that has made me feel consistently good and at peace with … Continue reading

When I Grow Up, I Want to be Happy

Do I know where I’m going? That’s the question. Everyone’s been asking it. The answer is something like, “Well, not at all.” And it’s not uncommon. We’re supposed to know these things by senior year, but we don’t. We’re still so stuck on ‘What’s My Major’ that half of us still haven’t even figured out … Continue reading

Crying Games

Lining Up

“…you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.” – Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning I don’t even know how the conversation started, but suddenly we were talking about crying. It might have been about our fathers–we’ve both lost them, … Continue reading

5% Car Trouble by Volume – (And Not as Much Walking as I Thought.)

Let me start out by saying that I love and adore ‘Happy Accidents’. Buuuuut… Why does no one ever bother to put a disclaimer on certain days? Give me a heads up when I need to put on my Responsible Adult panties and figure out how to speak car problemese? The plan started out functional. … Continue reading

Limoncello – Italy – Days 2-10

All right, so clearly I haven’t been keeping up with those daily travel blog entries. Shoot me, I’m building muscle and awkward tan lines. It’s day ten, I think, and I’ve converted to get-over-it-ism. I’m making a conscious effort to stop whining and gossiping and enjoy the living hell out of this trip and all … Continue reading

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