In the current atmosphere of sharing and sisterhood I will tell you a story that is both personal and uncomfortable. Before I met Jason I was in a brief relationship with someone I referred to as my boyfriend. Our interaction lasted for about eight months. Leading up...
Because this week has been difficult and I have found too many tears flowing and the rain is relentless and is quite literally breaking my very old house, I have decided to forego a traditional blog post and leave you with my new recipe for happiness. 1 Cup of Hot...
The first time I questioned my sanity I was eight years old. My older sister and I were sharing the small, dark-wood paneled bedroom at the top of the stairs, to the right. The room to the right had a plastered ceiling with swirling designs that you could stare at for...
Jason told me I didn’t know how to be a casual friend. This after my long-winded self-indulgent diatribe, on why I feel like I’m the person that does all the planning and reaching out in my friendships and I still never get to see anybody, because everybody is too...