I really enjoy writing about relationships, pop culture, and my ardent love for California. However, there is also this whole piece of me that likes to write more academic pieces. This piece of me longs to further practice how to convey the topics that compose my professional soul goals to an audience outside of my … More An Introduction to the Gal Behind the Giggles
(For Part I, please click here. For Part II, here. For Part III, here.) When I called the rental agency the next day during my lunch hour, Mr. Jackson sounded feeble and morose, “Well, the good news is that you were approved! This means that we’d be happy to take you on as a tenant in … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART IV
(For Part I, please click here. For Part II, here.) After almost settling for less than butterflies, my montage continued. Basement apartment with no windows. Really cute studio in a mildly questionable neighborhood, well out of my reasonable price range. Bottom level of a house with the pungent aroma of mildew and a housemate representing the … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART III
(For Part I, please click here.) Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of boy meets girl girl meets housing. In the beginning, I was optimistic. You can’t hurry love D.C. housing, no, you just have to wait. They say love D.C. housing don’t come easy, it’s a game of give and take. But the longer searching for “the one” got, the more … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART II
I was fully expecting my next post to be Part II of my D.C. housing Rom Com (which I do have written and waiting for you all). However, sometimes in life you reach a moment where absolutely everything else in the world can pause for a second because nothing else could possibly come close to … More I Miss My Family
It was late June. I had just punched the clock for the day and was headed to Dupont Circle to meet up with a gal pal I hadn’t seen since we were both in Israel in 2009. After a joyous embrace, we sat at the bar for happy hour cosmos and sangria. As my heel … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART I
Writing, for me, is like a MacGyver trick, I suppose. It’s an amalgamation of the random pieces of thought around me. It’s sitting looking at all of them until I see how they all connect to express what I’m feeling. It usually ends with the declaration of, “Maybe it’s about the…” followed by the frantic … More Walking in Wet Stilettos
I have this big, long blog post in the making about my move out of the suburbs. When I get around to writing it, I do hope it will be a lovely intermingling of humor and passion, inspiration and loss, toying with both the endogenous euphoria and despairing nadirs of the 20-something experience. I hope. … More On Booze
Mis·an·thro·py (mis-an-thruh-pee, miz-) noun: hatred, dislike, or distrust of humankind (“misanthropy,” n.d.). I hate people. I really do. They disappoint me constantly. They annoy me. They live recklessly and selfishly and destroy good things. Many days, I believe I would be happiest living in a little mountainous cave far, far away from them all. This makes … More Misanthropy and “Hey, I’ve Been There” — or, I Hate You, But I Love You
Harry is a pal from college whose effortless acceptance of art in his life is something I often quite covet for my own. Harry graduated a year before me and was off to Nashville for the beginnings of his next adventures. As our individual stories are forged far and wide, across the country and into … More I Miss You
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