Sometimes a book makes me stop reading. Not because it’s terrible. Not even because it’s amazing. Just because I finish it and want to keep reading that same book. But because I don’t have another space memoir/history of clogging tome/literary novel about cherries available, I can wander away from books. There are many upsides to …

Last night I dreamed I was in a store and came across a Jessica Fletcher version of Clue. And then I had a huge debate with myself over purchasing said most-amazing-thing-ever, as I feared someone would have already bought it for me. I woke up this morning to a world with no Lansbury-esque board games. …

Today, while scooping ice, I was thinking about the morality of purchasing clothing made in sweatshops. (‘Cause no drink is complete without ice.) (And because sweatshops are bad.) (To fully explain all parts of my initial actions.) ‘Cause I recently had a discussion with Lindsey and Skye about how I am obviously oppossed to the …

One afternoon, while we were seniors in high school, Skorn tried to get into her mom’s car. Sadly, though, she forgot she was too powerful to attempt such a thing and pulled the car door handle right off. This might have become a vague memory if it weren’t for her mom’s reaction, which was shockingly …

Accidentally exposing myself never gets any easier. You’d think after I’d flashed all of southern Spain, or been photographed semi-topless by a stranger next to MLK, or groped myself sitting in an Indian restauran, or exposed myself to an entire wedding I would have come to grips with my clothes propensity to showcase my body …

That is, to say, I’m having quite a good year so far. I’m also having a year filled with goal making and organization and planning. (Surprising fact about me – though I’m far too lazy to follow-through with such things, I love making plans.) (Most of the excitement of said planning comes from the idea …

Last night, I sat in my car as the seconds ticked by and I talked to myself. I should just drive away. Goodness knows it was cold outside and I’d already gotten in the car and it’s not like it actually mattered. It was late and my bag of leftovers was cooling while resting on …

I don’t think of my Grandma as an awkward woman. (Some family gifts are mine alone.) But I found some evidence that maybe I’m wrong. Maybe awkwardness is more hereditary than I thought. Last night, as Skye and Lindsey patiently watched video after video in my search to find a specific one of my Grandma, …

I was so excited to write today’s post. All night, every time I woke up, I thought of how easy it’d be to write. In fact, I pre-wrote a good portion. All I’d have to do was upload the photos from my phone, write out the words and ta da. Only then this morning came. …

Butts are, in my humble opinion, funny. (I’m classy, if you didn’t realize that was the subtext of this post.) Butts that wiggle and are connected to the rear half of groundhogs are extra funny. And today seemed like the kind of day we could all use a laugh that wasn’t at the expense of …