I have been a people pleaser for as long as I can remember. Maybe it stems from being a middle child or being adopted or just being a female in general succumbing to the societal pressures of being accommodating and pleasant. "What a bitch." I remember the first time I was called a bitch. It… Continue reading Unapologetic Bitch
Here's another how-to article. I don't know, maybe you're someone who doesn't get attached and is able to let go of things relatively easy. It's no secret if you've met me that I am a very sensitive individual and feel things deeply. When I care for someone whether they are a coworker, friend, or someone… Continue reading How I Let Go
I was thinking about an episode of a show I had recently seen. A favorite show - The Gilmore Girls. I've seen every episode around 100 times, (give or take a few). The soundtrack came on my Spotify while on my commute home and it made me think of a particular show. I was about… Continue reading Wrecked.
I need to go grocery shopping, desperately. I hate grocery shopping. I'm a frugal shopper, so the whole process is quite the ordeal. I clip coupons, I scour weekly sales ads, look up recipes and construct a list accordingly. I then travel to 3 different grocery stores, all twenty minutes away - picking up the… Continue reading Left Over It
About two years ago, my grandmother advanced to the winner's circle in this game called Life. The following was an experience I had shortly after. "Today I got my first visit from Jehovah witnesses. They were looking for my grandmother then offered their condolences after learning that she had passed. I thanked them both and… Continue reading Witness
I really don't like Dunkin Doughnuts. I remember thinking just that when he walked through the door late. He picked the location. I don't like businesses that have cutesy names, particularly with alliteration. For me there was little difference between Dunkin Doughnuts and Chuck E. Cheese. We had been seeing each other for a solid… Continue reading Coffee – Hold the Cream.
The color of my skin never before occurred to me until I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger at recess and was told I had to be the yellow ranger because the pink ranger was white. This confused me because although my ethnicity has always been somewhat ambiguous , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections