Note: For some reason I struggled to hit “publish” on this. When writing personal essays, I have a hard time letting go of humorous undertones like in my most recent post about men I’ve dated and stupid things I’ve done. That said, this will be a little bit of a different read. As always, thank… Continue reading Do You Believe All the Love You’ve Given Will Find Its Way Back to You?
An Anthology of What Could Have Been
This is not going to be very cohesive. I’m not entirely sure why I’m writing this besides to look back on it in a handful of years and reminisce on a time when I was more fun. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy my testimony of dating in my 20's (unless you are my mom,… Continue reading An Anthology of What Could Have Been
The Last Act of Love We Have to Give
I used to think grief was the sadness That came over you after the loss of someone you love And if you push really hard, you get through to the other side I know now that there is no other side There is no big push, There is absorption There is acceptance Grief is not… Continue reading The Last Act of Love We Have to Give
My Favorite Winter Accessory is Seasonal Depression
You know the mornings when you wake up one eye at a time, aware of how freaking cold it is before you’re even fully conscious? That was me this morning. My parents moved our family to Minnesota when I was in high school, I chose to stay here for college, and then I chose again… Continue reading My Favorite Winter Accessory is Seasonal Depression
I want to vent about New Year’s Resolutions
It's December 5th. I know this is premature. Last year at this time, I was happily in a relationship. I was working at a tequila bar while finishing up my last semester of interpreting school, swearing on my unborn children that I wouldn’t find myself working in education come graduation. I was living by myself… Continue reading I want to vent about New Year’s Resolutions
Exhale
One more breath, I tell myself, breathe deeply and you’ll feel better One more breath and you’ll fix him If you breathe everything you have into him, Then maybe he’ll stop knocking the wind out of you I’ve shed a thousand skins, I’ve taken thousands of breaths, but no matter how hard I breathed, I… Continue reading Exhale
Pilot
I was in a pageant when I was seven. My curls bounced on my shoulders and my shoes tapped across the floor for the big on-stage question: What does Amy want to be when she grows up? And with every ounce of confidence that I had in my body, I responded: The Schwan’s Man. Because… Continue reading Pilot







