Bite Me: Unwarranted Food Reviews — The Mill

This article is part of a series called Bite Me: Unwarranted Food Reviews, where I, a lover a food and drinks, write about the lovely things I’ve consumed. Find more Bite Me reviews on my profile.

Lines outside of nearby coffee shops are spilling into Central Avenue and there isn’t an empty parking spot in sight, but it’s Sunday morning, and no self-respecting brunch spot would be caught dead with service started this unfashionably early.

The Mill, a staple of Downtown St. Petersburg, Florida’s boozy brunch scene, has been celebrated since its opening in 2015. It’s 9:55 a.m. and I’m contentedly sipping my iced coffee half a block away, eager for my 10 a.m. reservation — the earliest available. What can I say? …

Bite Me: Unwarranted Food Reviews — Buya Ramen

This article is part of a series called Bite Me: Unwarranted Food Reviews, where I, a lover a food and drinks, write about the lovely things I’ve consumed. Find more Bite Me reviews on my profile.

It was a dark and muggy night in St. Petersburg, Florida. After a long day of eating and adventuring around the city, I found myself confused and blinking repeatedly at my phone’s lock screen.

8:43 p.m. I had slept through dinner on the hotel room love seat with my jeans on. Impressive.

Luckily, it was a Saturday night and the hotel was in the heart of downtown St. Pete, with lots of restaurants still open for business. I found Buya Ramen just a couple minutes away and knew it would be the perfect late night meal. …

Bite Me: Unwarranted Food Reviews — Mi Ranchito of Immokalee

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Twenty seven point eight miles east of what many people consider the very edge of town lies a well-kept building that stands out against the sun-beaten concrete that surrounds it. …

I’m not asleep but I don’t feel awake

My eyes are heavy and I have chills

I’m still sorting through my dreams to determine what’s real

Categorizing what feel like familiar memories and experiences into baskets labeled “reality” and “dreams”

Some of them are easily sorted

Some make me question a lot and take a bit longer to categorize

Sorting some into the reality group sends another shiver down my spine and forces my eyes closed as I try to blink away the bad thoughts, the memories

I get lost in some, trying to trace them back as far as they go to help determine whether it’s an actual experience I had or something else horrible concocted by my…

We can’t rely on a man-made platform to protect us from the human condition.

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Earth image provided by Canva. Logo property of Twitter. Graphic created by the author.

“Everybody has good and bad forces working with them, against them, and within them.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

It’s a colossal understatement to say that social media platforms have altered our lives. In developed countries especially, the very fabric of how we go about our days, conduct business, and relate to one another has been forever changed by the widespread use of tools like Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.

In many ways, this can be seen as a positive thing. A platform that thrives on people sharing their diverse thoughts, opinions, and experiences can be a beautiful, harmonious place. At least, that’s what Twitter founder and CEO Jack Dorsey and his small team thought when they were first building the now $32.48 …

Content warning: sexual abuse, suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution.

I am not who I was supposed to be.

I was living my life on one plane, moving across time horizontally, headed a certain way. Things were never perfect, but it was a simple and beautiful life with the ordinary ups and downs that come with growing up.

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Doodles by the author.

I met you and my trajectory splintered off in another direction. A version of myself — the one I was once, the original — she kept walking on that horizontal plane. Life continued normally for her.

You smashed into my level, steady plane of existence and a different path split off of it. It’s jagged and dangerous, and the crash shook something dark out of me. There’s a different person walking this new path. …

The following “script” was written as a fan submission for the podcast Never Seen It with Kyle Ayers. Every week, Comedian Kyle Ayers invites fellow comics, friends and lots of funny people on to write and read parts for scripts from movies they’ve never seen, based on what they think happens. It’s the best. Follow them on all the things: (Instagram, Twitter).

I submitted my script for a fan script episode a few months back and I was shocked when it was read on the pod. It’s incredibly stupid and I had way too much fun writing it. …

Here’s what it was like.

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Photo by Daria Nepriakhina on Unsplash

It’s by no means a new or fresh idea, but just last week I finally decided to take a week-long break from all social media sites.

I had been letting the idea of taking a weekend off from it for about a month when I started reading a book (The Quarter-Life Breakthrough) that actually suggested a full week instead.

“I guess this is a sign I needed the break more than I thought!”

That night as I got ready for bed, I renamed by “Social” app folder on my phone “OFF LIMITS,” and disabled my notifications for every last one of them: Instagram, Facebook, Facebook Messenger, Snapchat, Reddit, LinkedIn, Twitter and Pinterest. …

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Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash

Things are incredibly heavy lately, and between worrying about the world around us and how productive we’ve been during quarantine, it can get overwhelming fast.

I went on a long walk last weekend and felt myself really piling on.

I thought, “I could be working right now so I’m ahead on Monday, or grocery shopping for the week, or writing, or reading one of those books I’ve been meaning to, or calling my grandparents…” The list goes on.

I felt my palms start to sweat and I took a deep breath. That’s when I decided to start making another kind of mental list that was much nicer to myself, a list of things I’m good at. …

Because you shouldn’t have to be flawless for your pain to be valid

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Trigger Warning: this article contains material of sexual assault and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Fearless community, please read with care.

(Author’s note: Because I am discussing violent crimes in general throughout this article, I use the word “victim,” to describe people affected by those crimes. Please note that people who have endured sexual assault are “survivors,” not victims. I make that distinction once early on, but I use the term “victim” to represent those affected by violent crimes collectively throughout this essay.)

“Well, what were they wearing?”

“Were they asking for it?”

“What did they expect, with that sort of behavior?” …


Alexa Nargi

Corporate journalist, cat mom, figuring it out. Topics: mental health, philosophy, food, travel. Published in The Startup, Invisible Illness, 4th Wave Feminism.

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