It’s hard to love an addict. It’s hard to ride a roller coaster every day of your life, never knowing if this is the day the ride will derail. It’s hard to forget all the things that happen during the click clacking climb to the top of the peak, only to have your breath stolen…
Tag: memoirs
Next Stop: #misadventurecronicles
Living in a new town, taking a new bus route, generally getting used to a new life is difficult. Over the last couple weeks I’ve definitely had my fair share of growing pains. Today on the way to the bus stop I hear my phone deliver a text message. So I decide to wait until…
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…
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 