I have weird hair. It’s been a constant battle to learn new, inventive ways to keep myself from looking like I stuck my finger in a light socket or bathed in an oil slick. Continue reading
I know how to make crepes, like the real, authentic French kind; this is a fact that I reveal only to the trusted people in my close circle who won’t exploit me for this (welcome to my circle). I once made the mistake of volunteering to make crepes at a family holiday brunch years ago and ended up spending the entire time in the kitchen making batch after batch. My suggestion is that you use your newfound crepe-making skill sparingly and impress the hell out of close friends rather than 20 relatives, but, hey, do as you please.
For the past three weeks, I’ve wandered aimlessly, making a vain effort to get everything done that I’m supposed to. I quit my job after being in a steady eight-to-five for three years and having nearly the same routine every week; as a type-A personality, this worked for me. Now, my days are largely my own; I have all the time in the world to do whatever I want and it’s actually quite stressful. Don’t get me wrong, I have things to do, but they’re homework assignments, trips to the post office, yoga, friends to see, jobs to research, but there’s no structure. I need structure. Continue reading
It’s not every day that you get the chance to meet someone who is an inspiration to turn your life upside down and chase your dreams of making the world a better place. Several months ago, I did just that when I was virtually introduced to Kavita Ramdas by her cousin, who’s a close friend of mine. Kavita is a scholar, mother, advocate, and innovator. She is an international leader in the struggle for women’s rights and social change who has been on the front lines for the whole of her professional career with a passion for feminism since childhood.
I’m a hungry lady on a budget; I’m also pretty stressed and busy, which can interfere with eating well. I am, in fact, so stressed and busy today that I didn’t notice I put my underwear on inside-out this morning while getting ready at warp speed. That’s just fucking great. A good lunch (and rightly worn underwear) can totally make or break my day (consider this one mostly broken); I want something satisfying, non-coma-inducing, healthy, and cheap. When I don’t have time to make a big vat of something on the weekend, I turn to the amazing wonder that is egg salad. Continue reading
When it comes to being a woman in the workplace, there’s no shortage of challenges and uphill battles to fight. In my office, which is small and run by a stereotype-governed executive director who thinks that all women always carry nail files, these battles are fought up a steeper hill than other places I’ve worked. Until recently, I’ve not given much thought to how difficult it is for some women to carry on doing their job when they’re on their period. Normally, mine are fairly light and only last for about three days. In a strange turn of events, I’ve been bleeding off and on, sometimes gushing, for roughly six weeks. It’s been fucking distracting. Continue reading
When I first sat down to write, I had every intention of covering the end of the year and all the beautiful and tragic things that have happened in the world. If you haven’t seen the year in pictures that’s been making the rounds on Facebook, I would recommend taking a peek. I still remember some of the images from 2010 and the effect they had on me when I first saw them.
Last year, for the first time as an adult, I made a New Year’s resolution; I felt silly doing it, honestly. It always bothered me how people would make a big production about what they resolved to do in the coming year, only to abandon the idea by February. All that aside, I chose a resolution last year because I momentarily forgot who I was and decided to be happy about holiday traditions for reasons that we don’t need to go into here. Continue reading
It seems there’s a movement going on that is pushing people to take risks and prioritize for their own happiness. Folks are changing jobs, opening their own businesses, and moving to new places to start over and find joy. I don’t know if this is happening just to people in my circle or if it’s a larger trend, but the word has been that the slow economy has held people captive in jobs they don’t enjoy for long enough and they’re ready to take a risk and move on. I would like to join this movement.
Whenever I have an event to attend or a trip that I’m taking, I always feel a need to buy some new article of clothing before I go. Thinking about what I’ll wear for the event or the traveling, I find myself completely dissatisfied with the contents of my small, but full closet and have to add a new dress, a whole new outfit, or hell, even just a new pair of socks that realistically, I don’t need. I’ve heard from friends that I’m not alone in this, but I don’t understand it. Continue reading
I’ve been making an effort this year to get into the “Christmas spirit.” Well, I’m making an effort to at least acknowledge that Christmas is happening (and there’s nothing I can do about it), people are
jerks joyful, and I have a huge poinsettia that someone gave me in my living room which makes itself impossible to ignore. It’s like it’s taunting me. I’m not ready to go overboard and make a big production with lights and a tree that my cat would inevitably knock over; that’s just too big of a step.
On Thursday of last week, I came home to find that someone had broken into my house. They came in through my bedroom window, and went through my things without taking any of the jewelry that I have carelessly displayed in full view on top of my dresser. They had, however, looked through my drawers and closet, moving a few things around.
When I think of chicken and dumplings, I think of everything that used to feel like home when my grandmother was still alive. She was an expert at this dish and she made it regularly on chilly Sundays, which always made me feel safe and cozy. Continue reading