Tim loved the work I shared with him and told me that I should “immediately quit (my) job and become a dishwasher.”
“Be aware, my friends. Karma always finds a way, even if it sits around for 35 years first.”
There’s no better place to be vegan than a deep-blue college town.
Shockingly enough, I won the entire league by a large margin.
Because that’s what folks tend to be most interested in.
Five effing stars.
I’ve had many dysfunctional relationships, but this one may trump them all.
Cue the traditional nutrition community’s collective gasp.
If only all teams responded this enthusiastically to GIFs of celebratory llamas.
’ve been thinking about how easy it is to be unbending when someone’s brokenness hurts you, and how much harder it can be to give grace.
“T-eeee! Come downstairs! We’re going to head out and get some Dairy Queen!” My nine-year-old ears perked, and I yanked my ample, olive-tinted, Mediterranean nose out of my shiny new paperback: Blubber, by Judy Blume. Dairy Queen! Today? Wow, it wasn’t even my birthday! I scrambled downstairs, pulling my thigh-length, neon pink sweatshirt down, and…
I slipped into my neon yellow and white Columbia double-layered jacket, stretched see-through-thin black gloves over my pink-laquered fingernails, and tucked my chemically curly hair under a black fleece hat – knowing the latter would be on just long enough to get out of sight of my mother – and opened the door to meet…
Just a couple of weeks into my freshman year, the Meyers-Briggs’ personality test was handed out to me and 200 of my closest friends in Intro to Psychology, which was housed in the auditorium-style, mauve-painted Bohannon 90.
Uncomfortable Things 