When I first moved in with my boyfriend, I felt like I no longer had a place. I felt like everything in our apartment was his; all I had was a bathroom and my bookshelves. Did I blame him at first? Absolutely. Was it his fault? Absolutely not. He had lived by himself for something… Continue reading Words are pure magic.
I almost pass out a lot. Like, a lot. Probably once a month, and it's different every time. Once a month may not sound like a "very often" thing... until it's happening to you, and all you can think is "Not again, not again." I don't know why it happens. I haven't been able to… Continue reading
I've had so much to say lately, yet I've had so little time to say it. I realized earlier today that I just had a pile of Post-It notes of ideas on my desk. None of them had made it off my desk, let alone into my purse and home. I'm finally in front of… Continue reading Thoughts of the week of June 19, 2017
Sometimes I look at the girls who left, and I wish I had left too. I look at the girls who joined the Navy, who moved to Nashville for work, who moved to Florida because they just needed out; I look at the girls who did something else, and I wish I had too. I… Continue reading Because I stayed home.