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I couldn’t tell how old the woman behind the counter was, at all. In retrospect, I’m guessing mid-to-late thirties. Her face was mostly unlined, and her hairline still looked mostly intact. She had glasses propped just in front of a messy bun and her eyes appeared to be hazel like mine. I got so lost… Continue reading Marital Status?

A friend sent me a video on Instagram this morning and asked if I knew of the article the video was connected to, entitled ‘Women Know Exactly What They’re Doing When They Use Weak Language’ (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/31/opinion/women-language-work.html). I had read the article, as a good friend and colleague sent it to me. Here are a few… Continue reading Do Women Know What They’re Doing?

I was having dinner with a dear friend the other night. For purposes of protecting her privacy, I’m not going to describe her or offer details that might provide insight into who she might be. Let’s just say she’s what we would call middle-aged and there’s nothing incredibly unique about her that is necessary to… Continue reading Past The Rejection Point.

I ran into a colleague in the breakroom at work today. I’ve known this individual for a long time. I’m going to avoid descriptors because I want to maintain the confidentiality of this person. Anyway, I’m busy getting some hot water and this individual approaches me, advising that they’ve been looking for me. When I… Continue reading Barbie, Take II.

I saw the Barbie movie. You may feel compelled to stop reading after that shared sentiment. I’m sure you’ve heard all the things or read all the things or seen all the memes. You may have heard that it was perfectly cast or that Greta Gerwig is a genius or perhaps that everyone in the… Continue reading Barbie Made Me Cry.

There’s a general feeling, I think, that people don’t care about something unless it directly affects them. I believe this is true, but I think sometimes, humans are so depraved, that even when an issue is dumped on their doorstep, they still can’t find it in their cold, dead hearts to care. Fuck the immigrants.… Continue reading Do you care, now?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the way in which we manage our stuff, our issues. I was talking to a friend and shared that I believe we don’t often let the real tough stuff rise to the surface because that means we need to do something about it. Or maybe, it means that we… Continue reading Don’t Sweat It, So Much.

I felt cranky when I was trying to go to bed last night and fireworks were erupting all over my neighborhood. I know what you’re thinking- Unpatriotic! Grump! No and yes. I did feel grumpy. I DO feel grumpy. Side note: I fucking love fireworks. I prefer them when I’m in a celebratory spirit, but… Continue reading Storm Clouds.

It’s funny, but I was hesitant before putting “pen to paper” with respect to the issue I’m about to dive into. The humor comes from the fact that generally, I feel free opening my mouth and letting my thoughts spill out. Yes, I consider myself to be a mindful human, but I am not usually… Continue reading Affirmative: We are headed in the wrong direction.

I had the privilege of volunteering at a local soup kitchen with my mother and father last weekend. It was everything you would hope the experience to be. The folks who were running the program were aspirational in their dedication and passion, and, incredibly nice. The location happened to be lovely, and we satisfyingly helped… Continue reading Stop Presuming. Please.