things you learn by 25.875;

okay, so you still don’t know how to make bread bowls {and thus cannot eat your dishes.} that’s okay. cut yourself a break. it’s been a weird and funny three years. there’s still time. 25 has been really dope. ups and downs, sure, but generally a good 82% on rotten tomatoes and i’m on month 10. […]

things you learn at twenty-two {so far};

1. relationships and friendships should never be kept alive based solely on how  you both really love paul simon’s album graceland. get a grip; everyone dug graceland, everyone will always love graceland, and anyone who doesn’t love graceland is a robot at the core.  this means once they take a big dump on your heart/ […]

anorexia at a distance;

{in honor of neda week, i have a thought or two about my experience with anorexia nervosa} when i wrote my “i binged on fun at remuda ranch” series (part one. two. three.) last year,  i was hoping to reach people, to change their minds, to shake things up in terms of what people think […]

post-grad reading list;

the other night i had the pleasure of meeting a really kindred spirit in the unlikely place of a new frozen yogurt shop  where i was attending a babysitters-parent networking event (feel free to laugh. this is my normal.) we hit a lull in the event, the other babysitters really weren’t talking to other babysitters […]

i just want to wear all the hats, please;

{my preferred means of studying} i’m gonna whisper this really softly in case i startle any of you. i figured out i don’t want to apply to grad school. not this year at least. maybe not even in five years. maybe not ever. whatever. in the spirit of 2013: the year of “nope” i’m saying nope […]

2013: the year of “nope”;

i am a yes girl through and through. i say yes to new friends because, hey, new friends! i say yes to babysitting new kids for new families because, hey, money for me to blow on overpriced decaf americanos and concert tickets and ingredients to bake speculoos cookies! i say yes to including not-the-nicest people […]

seven year old selves, a playlist;

{click above picture of three year-old mackenzie for playlist, because seven year-old me had an unsightly white girl ‘fro} like i said before, the sads don’t typically prey upon me in the winter, i’ll admit. but i also have a pretty unfair advantage for combatting the nasty little case of blues that seem to hover […]