Rural Democrats & the Working Man

Do you ever wonder what your role would be in a post-apocalyptic world? I do. Why? Because I have very few real-world skills. I can dissect a piece of writing and produce a paper pretty quickly, but would books even still exist? I can balance a budget, but could I balance a barter agreement? Would […]

Tell ’em all.

At some point I discovered that people project themselves on other people. If someone trusts you, you can probably trust them. If they accuse you of lying, they probably lie. This makes sense because you’re naturally going to expect that other people think similarly to you – why would they lie about that? Right? Good […]

Ignoring Sexism Isn’t Helpful

A friend told me recently that her boyfriend asked her if she “actually experienced sexism.” We laughed. Of course, the answer is yes, yes, yes, absolutely yes. All women experience it, and we each experience our very own special brand of sexism: some because they’re too pretty and others because they are not; some because […]

A 2016 Re-Cap

It hasn’t been the most relaxing year for me. In January my boyfriend’s house burned down and not a month later he was in the ER, debilitated by some opportunistic bacteria that colonized his digestive tract in the wake of his stress-induced immunosuppression. A perfect storm to kick off 2016. He has since been to […]

Happiness isn’t a choice.

Happiness is not a choice, no matter how many times you tell me that it is. You know how I know? About once a year I step into wet cement . I keep walking, struggling, until I’m up to my chest before I realize that I can hardly breathe anymore. In less metaphorical words, there […]


I wrote this three years ago and I’m glad that I did because it’s easy for me to forget what it was like. I wanted to post it when I first wrote it but now I’m glad I didn’t. If anyone wonders why I write, this is a prime example of what it does for […]

Hometown Language

I like to tell myself that I have the gift of gab. I talk too much, too often, and most of the time before my brain even knows what exactly I’m trying to say. For a couple years in college, having my foot in my mouth was my standard attire. My signature accessory, even. This […]