I was supposed to begin reconstruction on Monday. I’d taken time off work. I’d alerted my coworkers and hiring managers and friends. I was packing my bags for a stay in the hospital and at my parents’ house. I had all my drugs in order: Dilaudid and anti-nausea medicine and all the other post-surgery requirements. […]
I’m tattoo-less. There’s nothing permanently inked on my body, no words or pictures for everyone in the world to see. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it, because I have numerous ideas for the eventual someday – and they’re pretty much all text. Song lyrics, to be exact. It’s not that I’m still […]
Things that make me uncomfortable: -food on people’s faces -loud noises (!!!) -being embarrassed. I mean, everyone is uncomfortable being embarrassed, but I think I take it to a whole new level. I freeze up and can barely even move, I’m so uncomfortable. -awkward conversations (go figure) -people in the car with me when I’m […]
I know a lot about really stupid things. With the amount of ridiculous, useless information filling my head, it’s a wonder I can ever think of anything important. It’s a wonder I even remember how to read. When I say “stupid things,” I mean that I know Justin Bieber had a monkey and abandoned it […]
I may not be able to blog every day in May (due to surgery on the 20th) but I’m attempting to participate in the Blog Every Day in May Challenge. Today: the story of your life in 250 words or less. I was born. Memorial Day, 1985. I screamed for the first six months of my […]
One of the things I’ve always said I wanted more than anything is to write. I’ve spent hours in bookstores, perusing the shelves and wishing that someday I could publish something of my own. As a child and teenager, I was constantly scribbling something in a notebook or journal, or a scrap of paper or […]
Things have never come easily to me. I mean that in the most “first world problems” way possible; I’m not disenfranchised, I’m not disadvantaged, and my days are free of racism, both blatant and institutional. There may be challenges I face being a woman, but even those are rarely noticeable enough to pose a problem. […]
I could’ve been Amanda Knox. I’d barely returned home from my own study abroad trip when she turned up in the news, a fellow University of Washington alum in the same country I’d just fallen in love with. First, the headline just said the roommate of a UW student had been found dead. Before too […]
My fake niece lives in Texas. Although there’s no biological relationship (hence the “fake”), I’ve been friends with her mother since we were nine years old. We met in fourth grade in small town Ohio, becoming so close we considered each other sisters. Two years later, we both moved away but have stayed in contact […]
I could have turned back from the airport, grabbed my suitcases and headed home. I could’ve done it when the other girls looked askance at my sweatpants from their vantage point of boots and skinny jeans. Instead, I boarded the plane and hoped for the best. Everything was new, none of us knew what the […]
