I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
An Open Letter to Elizabeth Lauten
A GOP staffer attacked the Obama daughters on Facebook in 2014. On social media entitlement and saying things online you'd never say to someone's face
How to Cope Through Post-Divorce Interactions With the Ex: When We Pretend That They’re Dead…
mr horrible treats co-parenting like an extension of the marriage. I changed my Facebook status to Widowed because Divorced wasn't final enough. Pretending he's dead is a coping mechanism, not a lie
Parking? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Parking!
The college hired a contractor who subcontracted the parking lot job. The subcontractor started in August. Fall semester also starts in August. I watched people storm the campus like Normandy
