The 8 Years It Took Me to Get This One Job

I've been trying to make a living as a writer since I graduated college 8 years ago. Sometimes it feels like forever ago since I was told I did not get the Groupon Coupon Editor job, and I cried inside a janitor's closet inside a South Loop daycare center (one I was inexplicably hired at …

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Hand in Marriage

I got engaged and suddenly everyone was looking at my hands. Right after I got engaged I was talking to a colleague and as she was looking down at my ring she said, “It must have been a surprise proposal, you don’t have your nails done.” I vaguely remembered hearing that was a thing some …

June + July

HELLO. It's been over a month since I last wrote here and I'm feeling weirdly self-conscious about it! I was thinking about just not addressing it but that didn't feel ~authentic~ So now comes the part where I tell you all the reasons I've been away and you can decide if they are valid or …

New York is a Dump

New York trash cannot be held back. For some reason I underestimated its resiliency even though it would stand to reason that a city defined by its toughness would extend to its garbage. The trash here is mobile. It's constantly getting swept up and transported to some block or subway train tracks or bodega entry. …

Sweatshirts Are for Summers

That "new sweatshirt feel" is one of my favorite things in the world. I had forgotten what it felt like but then I bought a hoodie at H&M on Friday and it felt so good, I immediately dreaded the point in which I'd have to wash it. That point where it begins to dull and …

A Series of Phone Calls to My Mom About the Horrific Things I’ve Witnessed

Now that I'm a whole week removed from living in Chicago, I've been thinking of ways to talk and write about the past seven years. I think it's funny to describe my Chicago experience as "a series of phone calls to my mom about the horrific things I've witnessed." It's funny because it's a short …

I’m Moving to New York in 8 Days

It's never a good time when I forget to pack my tweezers. Last Thursday I flew out to New York with my boyfriend to look for an apartment. We're moving there in 8 days and the goal of this trip was to find a place to live. Secondary to that, was plucking the stray hairs …