I know have written about my dog before, and frankly, there are endless topics and stories related to her that I could exhaust here, and I won’t stop now. Over the last weekend, I threw Piper a birthday party. A … Continue reading I Threw My Dog a Birthday Party & This Is How It Went
I have always been very open and honest on this blog, because the main reason I even write is to share my story and my life with an audience/community. But I haven’t been keeping up lately, literally and figuratively. I’ve … Continue reading Puppies, Pals, and the Pursuit of Peace
You don’t have to listen to country music to know who Carrie Underwood is. She’s a gorgeous blonde singer known for her girl power and bombshell voice. She talks about getting revenge on cheating boyfriends and being an all-American girl. … Continue reading Temporary Home
I’m assuming that the title enough gives away what I’m about to talk about, and I’m excited to address/admit to the fact that I still watch reruns of Jersey Shore shamelessly. I have met other scholarly-inclined people in my career and schooling, people who preach about the dangers and time consumption of television- especially the mind-numbingly pointless garbage reality shows (not my words), and if one wants to succeed in life, he or she must not spend time sitting idly by leaving Cheeto-dust fingerprints on the remote as they switch channels. The theory behind this behavior is a psychological one … Continue reading Confession: I Watch Jersey Shore
I have been home for a few days now, and yet the boxes of miscellaneous papers, folders, and random clothing I’ve acquired are still sprinkled around the house. It’s great to be home and with my family and dogs and … Continue reading My First Year of College: Part II
This is my last week of my first year of college. And boy have I learned some things. I’ve learned how to be strong on my own, but I’ve had my weaker moments. I’ve learned that it’s such a blessing to … Continue reading My First Year of College Part I
I do my best to keep my posts uplifting and inspiring, but sometimes it’s hard to stay positive when you’ve coughed for so long the headache pounds in your ears. My small ailments of last week are laughing at the fate of this week, and even though it is only Wednesday, I am exhausted. College is about independence and self-discovery, and those are two wonderful and essential things. But, through being forced to be independent I have discovered that I hate going to the doctors without my mom. Especially one that I am unfamiliar with. In the past four days … Continue reading Bronchitis, Bagels, and iBooks
As ridiculously busy as I’ve been this week (and this whole last month of college for crying out loud), I’ve began to notice something peculiar, randomly, and possibly meaningless. But I don’t believe in coincidences, and my eyes have been drawn to every deep yellow color I come across. A mustard-y, buttery, honey, dandelion-y color, in hundreds of different shades and hues appeared before my daily routines. I’ve spent the week trying to distract myself from the throbbing in my head and the raw irritation in my throat, so paying attention to the small things has been what really got … Continue reading Shades of Yellow
I know, I know, I just got done talking about how much I love aimlessly wandering through libraries and accidentally knocking over books, but I can’t stop thinking about them. Books to a writer is like a triple-layer chocolate cream cake to a sugar addict. Writers are essentially just book addicts. Believe it or not, I only recently sat down to create a “Goodreads” account (I didn’t even realize my own book was in their collection), and have become infatuated all over again with reading as much as humanly possible. If you are a fellow reader, you can follow me … Continue reading My Ultimate Bookshelf
I’m pretty positive at this point that I was born to be a writer. Looking back at my early years, there are just too many coincidences for it to be anything less. I went through many packs of crayons (I had a tendency for intensity and crayons are fragile) illustrating my stories of mermaids and princesses. I flipped through books, memorizing the pictures so my mom thought I could read. And most important of all, even as a child, I had my own library. I was raised around books. My mother read to me every night before bed, as if … Continue reading Library Love
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