I should preface this post by saying that I’ve never lived outside of my family home. I grew up, went to college and survived the first half of my twenties – all while living in the same house I grew up in. There were always reasons for not making the leap into LA: I didn’t…
Two years ago I suffered a broken heart that I thought could never be repaired. These days, I’ve never felt more whole. Here’s to the single life. And in my sister’s words…Happy Independence Day.
Sometimes I think I forgot how to write. Like I’m creatively handcuffed – stuck in a routine that I can’t seem to break out of. Which, in a sense, is a total tragedy as writing has become my own version of a security blanket. I still find myself writing all the time in my head –…
I turn 26 on Friday, October 14th. Five days. It’s almost weird to think of how different life is now than I would’ve guessed a year ago. I recently came across this photo that was taken in April of 2015. I was 24, had just been dumped and was on the tail end of recovery…
My good guy friend from college (seriously, one of the best guys I know) reached out to me this weekend with a mega-bombshell: he was dumped.Considering he’s a writer himself, he suggested a brand spankin’ new series for this blog: GUYS GET DUMPED, TOO. It’s easy to forget this little fact, when we ladies are…
I’m mad. I’m angry. I’m insulted to the point that my fingers are a-buzzing and I need to get this out into the universe. They say that dating is a game. Sure, I’ll play. I’ve done the apps. I’ve done the “act cute in a pizza place and get picked up by some weird guy…
I do a lot of things for this blog. And I’m willing to do a lot of ridiculous things in life, mainly since I’m a collector of stories and love being able to tell people (in detail) about the crazy things that happen. So, that all being said, a very patient friend and I ventured…
I’ve reached a point where I have nothing to write about. It’s been a month and usually by this point, I have some sort of intensive essay planned out in my head. I’m normally writing all the time: in the car, at work, as I fall asleep at night. I tend to write paragraphs in…
Today marks one year of being single. 365 days. — I feel like when you sit around and listen to stories about break ups (and I apologize, you’ve been listening to me go on about mine for an entire year now) – each person’s story is drastically different. Whether it be a cheating scandal, a…
