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Can Cover Letters Be Better?

I’ve been thinking about cover letters a lot lately –– probably because I’ve applied to well over a hundred jobs in the past two years. I’ve spent countless hours searching, revising resumes, and writing cover letters. And where has that gotten me? Well, I was...

Pregnancy: Round II

I have always loved clothes –– experimenting and refining my own style, even when it was objectively questionable (2000 - 2013 I’m looking at you). My closet is always churning with an addictive buying and selling habit. Going to the mall and touching clothes is...

You Got Your Girl!

Well before I ever got pregnant, I always assumed I wouldn’t want to find out the sex until birth. I love anticipation (says the girl who intentionally had an 18 month engagement) and this felt like the penultimate experience. Later, as I lurked around pregnancy...

A Post-Pandemic Identity

During the first weeks of my freshman year at college, I ran into one of my best friends from elementary school. We hugged in disbelief that we had been reunited after not having seen or heard from each other since the end of fourth grade...

Death of The Specialist

Because I’ve written for some well-known publications, I often get PR pitches to cover new products or research. In the past couple years since having my son, I’ve been writing more frequently about motherhood and, thusly, receiving emails shoving random baby gear down my inbox....

How to Be A Helper

*Trigger Warning: Blood, hospitals, and medical descriptions   “Help! Grab a paper towel,” I tell my husband as my hand rushes to my face, feeling hot blood starting to pour out of my nose.   “Can you help my wife?” My husband frantically asks the woman at the front...

Two Years

“I’m sorry you had to meet me this way,” is a statement I very seriously said out loud to my son, cradling him in the hospital the day he was born. I was referring to my hair. Seems a bit dramatic, I know.    I’ve always had...

A Year of Being Small

"So, when are you going to start driving your car?" Some old fart of a man at the Subaru dealership chortled at me a couple months ago, after checking my mileage. I gave him a courtesy laugh, muffled behind my mask. It wasn't worth explaining...

The Micro-Rebellion

I don't really like baths. By the time I reach a point of really wanting one, they usually feel like too much work. When the tub is finally filled, candle lit, and face mask procured, the moment has often passed for me. Also, I don't...

So Tired of Cleaning

My 11-month-old son doesn't use a pacifier anymore; he prefers to suck his thumb. I don't blame him, and nor am I surprised. I, myself, was a voracious thumb sucker. In fact, I loved it so much that at eight years old, I was threatened...