Summer sucks for white girls. Maybe not all white girls, but for this white girl Summer is a reminder that I don’t belong at the lake tubing or some beach volleyball game. Maybe I have a few unresolved issues from high school, but I’m never going to be tan, cocoa oiled, and I’m tired of…
Paris is that beautiful girl in high school. The one with the piercing eyes surrounded by abnormally thick, dark, eyelashes. The girl with the great wardrobe and the older boyfriend that always picks her up after school. Paris is stunning, sweeping and yet no one really knows her. She’s distant and a bit untouchable. Peru…
Writing is an interesting pastime, job, hobby, passion. Whatever you want to call it, it’s a unique way to spend your time. I write when I’m sad, frustrated and most of the time when the stories or voices in my head will not be quite. I have to consciously make myself write when I’m happily…
I hate the grocery store. I like having food, but the process of shopping for it is annoying and don’t even get me started on the unpacking and putting away business. Michael cooks and…he likes to buy the food. Perfect right? It would be, except lately he invites me to go with him, cruise the…
Perspective. It’s all how you look at things. The glass is half empty or it’s half full. I’ve never really been a fan of these phrases because they’re usually uttered by people that are way too peppy or too dumb to know any better. See, that wasn’t very positive of me. Recently life has been…
I wanted to write a little more about my fabulous week in Oysterville. We rented this little house (The Oysterville Guesthouse) that was stocked with everything you would need for a week of hanging out. The house had a full kitchen (including oyster shuckers…more about shucking later), board games, great books on Oysterville, and one…