My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
"We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope" -Martin Luther King I've had a very inspirational week. I suppose this should come at no surprise being that we started it off celebrating one of the most prolific and poetic men in our country's history. We could all use a little Martin Luther King in... Continue Reading →
I'm going to be one hundred with you. I woke up this morning and not a single word was written for this week. This is not typically my M.O. I wish I could tell you I've been busy spending my nights as a vigilante, trying to make this world a better place, but I'm afraid... Continue Reading →
There is a lot in this world that I miss. Some of it is constant in a way I've learned to carry on without it, some wavers in severity, some rarely if at all and some shakes me to my bones at the thought of it. How it all boils down is beyond my jurisdiction... Continue Reading →
I was looking through my high school yearbook the other day because I'm a nostalgic masochist and I noticed something beyond the fact that somebody should have introduced me to tweezers sooner. There's this phrase written several dozen times: Never Change. Huh? Forgive me, but what a stupid thing to say. And yet it's scribbled... Continue Reading →
If we have learned anything in the past few weeks, and I pray that we have, we know that there are certain things we can't control. No one is ever going to think exactly like you, being a Bengals fan comes with endless heartache, my right armpit will always sweat more than the left, Mayweather... Continue Reading →
I had a post ready for this week but with everything that has happened, I don't think you want to hear about me using yogurt masks or letting Jillian Michaels kick my ass everyday. You can downplay what happened this past weekend. In fact, you can completely ignore it. Just know that in doing so,... Continue Reading →
I've developed a serious obsession with the Middle Ages. This goes beyond Shakespeare, which we all know holds an atrium in my heart. Maybe it's because I'm having serious Game of Thrones withdrawals or maybe it's because I'm doing whatever I can do to avoid the fact that chokers and platform shoes are trying to... Continue Reading →
The older I get, I find myself becoming more and more opposed to change. Is this an age thing? A mentality thing? A combo? Our lives are bubbles and we live happily inside of them fearing anything that might pop our closed-off shelter of a cocoon. I actually have a shred of empathy for old... Continue Reading →
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