Marching Isn’t the Only Way to FightI can’t be at the Women’s March on Washington on Saturday; in fact, I can’t even attend the Women’s March here in Cleveland on Saturday…Jan 19, 2017A response icon2Jan 19, 2017A response icon2
Pay Me What You Owe Me: On Asking Bloggers to Shill for Your Brand for FreeI’ve been blogging for nearly nine years, but I rarely work with brands. It’s just something I (don’t) do. Simply put, it’s not a main…Mar 28, 2016A response icon11Mar 28, 2016A response icon11
Jones Soda, Fall Leaves, & Signs from the UniverseOct 9, 2015A response icon1Oct 9, 2015A response icon1
Published inHuman PartsOld Furniture, Origin Stories, and a Home Made of Memories“The thing I love about your apartment,” he says, “is that it’s like you. Every single part of it has its own story.”Apr 13, 2015Apr 13, 2015
Published inHuman PartsYou Can’t Expect Me to Be FineIt’s years old now, but a stupid Top 40 song, with its dancy beat and glossy pop sound, still brings me to tears in public places.Feb 4, 2015Feb 4, 2015
Home: On Coming, Going, and Always SearchingWhat does it mean to be wedded to a place, to be bonded to it and belong to it?Dec 31, 2014Dec 31, 2014
Pieces That FitWe are wildly, immeasurably unalike, & yet I see your softness, hidden like mine beneath differently shaped but similarly jagged edges.Dec 23, 2014Dec 23, 2014
I’m 30, Living with My Mom, & Not (Too) Embarrassed About itMy newly achieved adulthood status & my love of city living are directly contrary to my move back into my mom’s house in the suburbs.Dec 1, 2014Dec 1, 2014
There’s No Beauty in the Breakdown AnymoreAs you edge closer to 30, emotional meltdowns lose their allure.Jul 24, 2014Jul 24, 2014
