There is this house that I run by sometimes. It is a couple of miles from my apartment. Small, blue. It has two windows and a door I can see from the street, with a dark gray shingled roof and a picket fence next to it. There are flowers in the summer, pink and purple… Continue reading An Attempt to Reconcile the Bus Shelter
24 Days of Grateful [Day 8] I follow Humans of New York on Facebook (if you don’t already, you should) and Brandon’s most recent series is about Syrian refugees. Stop reading this right now and go check it out. Trust me, what they have to say is far more important. (But you can definitely come back… Continue reading White American
It is here. Department stores have wheeled out the racks of tiny bikinis and bandeau tops and Victoria’s Secret has the angels parading in neon. Bathing suit season, in all of its sun-kissed-glow marketing campaign glory, has taken social media, billboards, and magazines by storm. Not to say there is anything wrong with the styles primarily advertised,… Continue reading I Don’t Want To Be Bikini Ready
Guys, you get a bonus post this week! This was originally published on As Told Over Brunch. ❤ I had a college boyfriend. The kind you kiss behind the dorm room door while your roommate pretends not to be annoyed in the common room. The kind you Snapchat more than you talk to and fight… Continue reading Save It For Tiffany’s
There was a time in my life during which I despised the color pink. I’ll give that a moment to sink in (take a look at my blog). I decided to despise the color pink in the second grade. It dawned on me that there had never been a female president, and I approached my teacher… Continue reading Powerful in Pink
As I sat at my desk reading the news Tuesday morning, my gut clenched. The lines of men with bold-lettered shields facing off the crowds of bold-faced youth are not images to soon forget. And they should not be forgotten.
To the journalists of Charlie Hebdo. To writers. To people who dream of headlines that don’t bleed.