SPOILER ALERT: If you have not seen the Gilmore Girls revival yet, do not, I REPEAT, DO NOT read this post. Consider yourself warned. Are they gone? Okay. HOLEEEEYYYY SHIT. These were my exact words when the last THREE, not four words were uttered: NOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU FU#%ING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?! I felt dazed, confused, angry, sad,… Continue reading Are You Freaking Kidding Me, Rory Gilmore?
Also bifocals. And cheese. As I write this, I've had one of the shittiest weeks on record. When that happens, instead of doing things I should do, I do things that comfort my soul. And no, it’s not as Oprah book-clubby as it sounds. It just means doing things that make me feel less shitty—like… Continue reading Comfortable Pants are Why I’m Not a Supermodel
Yes, I said Sears Tower.Yes, I realize it’s not called the Sears Tower anymore.No, you won’t ever hear me calling it anything else. Even in a sponsored post. When the fine people over at the Skydeck Chicago at the “Sears Tower” asked if I wanted to hang, I was all, “Sure! Be right over… Continue reading Making John Hughes Proud at the Skydeck Chicago (Sears Tower)
So I completely failed this month's writing challenges. There was far too much pressure. But I persevered with a couple of writing challenges because I felt compelled to document them. One of them is the night of my 21st birthday. My 21st birthday was going to be unforgettable. I wasn't going to parties or hanging… Continue reading Writing Challenge #8- The Night of My 21st Birthday
Last winter, I had a tough go of it. In fairness to myself, when I was not in pain, I was making flavorless Rice Krispie treats. So really, I was not giving myself a head start. There were some high points, though. I had a cozy green chair I could not get out of, and… Continue reading How I’m Making Winter My Bitch
While I was cleaning my basement a few weeks ago, I made a discovery. My high school diary. If you ever want to see how much you’ve evolved, try reading anything you wrote before the age of 17. Fair warning: it can be a wild ride for your self-esteem. I should mention I’ve been feeling… Continue reading Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?
A Grace Full Life 