Pop Culture Horoscope: Four-Woman Ensemble TV Edition

Feeling confused, lost, or in need of guidance? Look not to the stars in the sky, my friends, but to those on your TV and movie screens, and see which of the women in the world of late ’80s four-woman ensemble TV should be your inspiration this week. Read More Pop Culture Horoscope: Four-Woman Ensemble TV Edition

The Act of Emotional Eating For When You Can’t Go Home: A Recipe

“A day without grits is a day without sunshine.” ““ Southern saying

I first moved to New York from the south over eight years ago, a piddly amount of time if you think about it in the larger picture, but also a chunk of time that has caused me to question how the hell it goes by so fast. As the years have jumped by, I’ve spent most of my holiday time celebrating by working and watching other people enjoying their holiday, which has included everything from waiting tables to dressing up like a bottle of French wine. Read More The Act of Emotional Eating For When You Can’t Go Home: A Recipe

Losing My Religion

I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew.  That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings.  That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church.  A Baptist church, to be precise.  I became a Christian the summer before my freshman year in high school after watching a particularly persuasive crucifixion video at a church camp I went to with my best friend.  My parents, both having rejected the Catholicism they were raised in, were not thrilled about my “conversion” but they allowed me to be active in the church and I went every Sunday and many Wednesdays and went on two mission trips to Mexico (oh yes. I was that girl).  I turned 17 in August of 1999 and I had been involved in my church for three years. Read More Losing My Religion