A while ago, in a conversation with my bestie, I joked that there should be break up greeting cards. He and I went back and forth about the idea for a while and had some good, loud, belly-shaking laughs. The breakup card is, you know, something to help a person to get from Point A… Continue reading Hard to Deux: Break Up Cards
In an open letter to whomever dropped what appeared to be a super or super-plus tampon in the parking structure a few months ago,
“I still feel guilty for not saying anything. I got paralyzed. I didn’t know what to say. You were at least a floor above me. I hope that you had another one, or at least that were wearing black pants, or that you have someone at your job who slipped you a tampon. I vow […]
One More Goal: 1001 Songs You Must Hear Before You Die
I’ve decided to listen to the songs listed in the book 1001 Songs You Must Hear Before You Die. I don’t know a whole bunch about music. And I’m fine with that. It’s one of those art forms that I enjoy as a consumer, but have no desire to create, which makes me engage with… Continue reading One More Goal: 1001 Songs You Must Hear Before You Die
Out With the Old–In With the New
I like to write something around my birthday, usually goals. Usually these goals are something that I’d been thinking about for weeks. This time around, though, I’ve been so busy living my life that I haven’t focused on goals as much as I have in the past. This year, I made some changes. I realized… Continue reading Out With the Old–In With the New
In an open letter to the man who asked me whether my son was my boyfriend,
“Basically everything that you said, sir, were inside thoughts that you let out. Especially the part where I informed you that the young man was my son and you responded with, ‘I was thinking he got himself a good looking girl….”
Road Trip 2017 – Days 1 & 2
This is the third time that Alex and I have taken a road trip before the school year begins. It occurred to me that this might be the last one that is timed this way. Next year he’ll be in high school, and if he continues to run cross country, it’s likely that he’ll be… Continue reading Road Trip 2017 – Days 1 & 2
In an open letter to the man old enough to be my father who grabbed my rump during a public event celebrating the eclipse,
“I wish I would have ‘accidentally’ stepped on your foot. Hard. Also, is there no stolen touches etiquette? A more polite way to violate a stranger? Couldn’t you have done with a knuckle graze rather than an actual deliberate squeeze? Also, couldn’t you grab and go rather than stay nearby. Sir, you are disgusting. Additionally, […]
In an open letter to the police officer who pulled up beside me as I walked home in the dark and asked me if I needed a ride,
“Officer, you scared the bejeezus out of me! Also, is that standard protocol?”
In an open letter to the middle-aged man who looked directly at my breasts as I exited the store while he entered,
“Sir, if you are going to unflinchingly make direct eye contact with me after boldly staring at my chest, I am going to unabashedly roll my eyes at you.”
In an open letter to the man with the watermelon belly, seeded, not seedless,
“I did not appreciate that you grunted in disappointment when in response to an aggressive wind I held the hem of my dress. When your disapproving noise caught my attention, I looked at you to find you staring directly at my lap. I did not like that either….”