What is Love?

What is Love? This topic has been rolling around in my brain in some aspect for last few years. I didn’t narrow down the question until only recently, but I realize the question really has to do

Winter Break…so far

I have officially been on winter break a week tomorrow. Typically after a semester ends I go into a mild depression for a few days. Mostly because my life for the last couple years has only been

This week’s running theme (apparently): Marriage. Eek.

The first night I met my boyfriend I decided to share a recent declaration I had made to my Facebook audience: I deserved a real wedding, one day. I showed him the dress and the ring and

This Man Deserves a Post (Warning: sex talk in here.)

A couple years ago a private message on Facebook popped up from a guy whom I had gone to high school with. We had been connected on Facebook for quite some time but he was very quiet,

I need to write! (One semester down)

I have missed this outlet! Truly, processing through writing is such an important avenue I take in my own mental self-care. Well, that and processing with friends (and maybe some wine and vodka.) For the last 16

What I *thought* I heard…

For the past two days I have been attending a Victim’s Rights training put on by the State’s Attorney General’s office. After lunch yesterday we had a guest speaker who was speaking to us about victim compensation.

I dreamt of my daddy.

One morning last week I woke up having had dreamt of my daddy. He died unexpectedly almost 8 years ago while I was pregnant with my daughter. He was only 53 years old. I have dreamt of

“Is this tampon a joke?”

My day began in the the arms of my amazing lover across the street in his saggy bed. My bed is too hard so we really can’t win when it comes to the spending-the-night thing. But having

Sixteen Years Old, he would be.

Having friends with sixteen year old boys I can only imagine what my son would be like today: Getting his license soon, voice changing, facial hair sprouting; What would he be excelling at in school? What would

What I did for summer vacation.

Sometime around May or June of this past summer I knew I needed something to do. At this point I don’t recall how I came across the idea, but I looked into volunteering at a local hospital.