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...
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...
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...
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...
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....
*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...
"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...
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...
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...
