Twenty-one. That’s how old I was when I first met Sheryl Stroud. It was 2009. She was a vibrant, friendly, no-nonsense woman with whom I had been playing phone tag. I was on the hunt for a new job and had put my resume out on some websites hoping for a bite. I can’t remember…
Category: writing
For the Love of a Fisherman
Tell me of your sherbet skies and Dewey morning days Whisper of your long lost hours amidst the wild terrains Of far off places and city streets Tell me of all you’ve seen Of bridges and buildings and mirrored skies Tell me of all you’ve known along the ride In twilight hours, your deepest thoughts, and…
18 Stops
She sat on the subway train and watched as people came and people went. The time their lives were shared measured not by minutes or seconds but by stops. The tall blonde woman, clearly of European decent, sharing just 2 stops; while the elderly Latin gentleman sharing her life for the full 15 stops she…
You’re Not As Important As You Think
I’d like to discuss the “hater.” According to Urbandictionary.com, the top definition of “hater” is defined as: A person who simply cannot be happy for another persons success. So rather than be happy they make a point of exposing a flaw in that person. It also states: Hating, the result of being a hater, is…
Who let me adult?! I can’t adult!
What do you meeeeeean I’m an adult?! What do you meeeeeean I’m almost 30 and this apartment is now all mine. Yup. Somewhere between astonished, terrified, and elated is where I sat on my secondhand sofa last night. Let me explain. I grew up in a house where my mother, bearer of 4 children, was…
My Mexican Mother is in a Fight While Riding A Horse
So. Today I left work feeling extremely frustrated because, well basically my high end, top of the line company wants my store to look like something close to party box exploding in a Walgreens. Small holidays are no longer small holidays and everything has be celebrating on a level 30, all the while posting on…
Mermaids, Moonstones, and Misadventures: Pt. 1
So. It’s been a month since I’ve set fingers to keys for anything other than FB ranting or Outlook emails. And what a month it’s been! Where to begin, oh where to begin. Hmmmm let’s start with my head. No, not the remedial ramblings that take place inside my spherical dome, but the follicles that…
The Missadventure Chronicles 