All tagged writing

This Is The Story I Don't Want To Write

I told myself I’d sit and write. For two hours, straight. No breaks except for the ladies’ room, for occasional pacing,  and for refilling my coffee cup. You know, for the bare necessities. I said that, by the end of the day, (or at least before I sleep,) I’d finish this. Fun fact: it’s not going so smoothly. If this were a razor, it would not get a sexy Venus “smooth as silk” commercial. But I’ve got to do this- I promised.

Warning Labels and Consequences: What if Adam and Eve Ate a Silica Gel Packet?

Take a moment to think back to a time when you were presented a comprehensive, crystal-clear instruction. Maybe  it was: “Do Not Microwave,” or “Do Not Open Door: Alarm Will Sound.” Or, perhaps something along the lines of “Do Not Enter: High Voltage,”or “Warning: Read Instructions Before Using.”If, for a moment,  we shift our focus from the generally-skimmed-over text on packing labels to, arguably, the most read text on Earth, we do not escape examples of near-omniscient superiours giving clear instructions that more so “direct mandates,” than they are “bits of friendly advice.”

Dreams, Dish Soap, and Why I Said "F*ck It" To Bucket Lists

According to Buzzfeed writers and burned-out corporate workers who have clearly already peaked, we’re living “The Best Years of Our Lives.” Now is the time when we’re supposed to be fulfilling all our crazy dreams, and crossing items off our bucket lists left and right, practically every Friday night. Let’s hear some of those items: Going bungee jumping? Traveling to Bali? Publishing our autobiography? Going vegan? All these Big Plans, that would probably also make a great post on Instagram. So we’re all walking around with these Dream Buckets that are partially filled, and someday real soon, something great will happen that will motivate us to pull something out of them and do it, right?

The Shoes I Wore, and the People They Let Me Become

Reading clothing catalogs is always a confusing experience for me. Alice, from Lewis Carrol’s Alice in Wonderland once said “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ” Well, give me a Forever 21 Catalog, and I can become 6 impossible people before my Snooze alarm goes off. Watch me. Becoming a different you is overwhelming. But sometimes, we all need a little “reinventing.”

A Monthly Report Card Later Than A Pregnant Woman's...Nevermind

I've been told once or twice that I could play Alice in Wonderland, and I guess we do have some things in common. We both have long blond hair. She falls down rabbit holes; I fall down the black hole that is Wikipedia. We both sometimes drink things we probably oughtn't. And, if her musing is true, then we're both expert-level when it comes to giving ourselves great advice and not actually following it. So... this is Late. I have no Very Important Date. But, dear Hypocritical Masha- here is a report card for you. 

More Inventive Than Ben Franklin..Because I'm an Idiot

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