The Novelty Girl. The Character In Someone Else’s Coming of Age Story. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl. The Guilty Pleasure. The Bucket-list Woman. Names I’ve been called.
If there’s an emotion that I really wish did not exist, it’s JEALOUSY.
A poem written for Earth Day about climate change
I tried writing fiction again after a long time. What do you think?
Play a game with me. Ready? Pick any one answer: QUESTION: What do you call a guy who makes a call at 1:30AM stoned and drunk to a girl who said she was having a bad day at 11:30PM? A. A thoughtful, considerate, caring person who is taking time off…
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?
Is it anger? Is it pain? It is fear? I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s none of these things. These are the gifts you bring to your hidden self and put away like unopened presents from people you wish would have given you their selves instead. You take…
I was trolled last week about my appearance. Other people’s reactions brought me insights about the role of shame in their lives and made me think about mine.
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.
I found this in my Drafts folder. I don’t remember who I wrote this about. But I do remember feeling this way. And today, it feels like a message from another one of my selves, telling me what I need to hear. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I did something I feel terrible about….