September32012

Excerpt from “Blood of a Stone”

“You’re out of control Henry! Put down the damn bottle and listen to me. I’ve had enough of this. I’ve tried to ignore it; I’ve tried to help you. I’ve been by your side through this whole downward spiral and now you have a choice. You can keep your wife…

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August292012

Growing Up

This is a piece that I wrote in my Personal Essay class, and presented at a writing conference in 2010. Let me know you think.

I was in my room when I heard the first crash of glass. I felt something wrong before I heard the yelling. I went unnoticed…

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Not that you asked…

Some people are afraid of commitment, others afraid of letting anyone get too close, afraid of falling in love and losing themselves. I’m not afraid of any of that. So what is my hang up about dating? What is my issue that I bring to the table and have to deal with and work on in order to be happy?

Honestly, I have high standards, maybe even impossible standards. And when I meet men, I immediately sum them up and determine them to be underneath the qualifying line that says they are worth my time. I think my sister and I have this in common from seeing our parents so ridiculously in love for 25 years and counting. I have high standards and the guys of Mid-Michigan just aren’t gonna cut it.

But I feel like it’s not a bad thing to have high standards, however impossible they may seem. Because I fucking deserve the best. I deserve a gorgeous man who makes me laugh and think. A man who respects me and my dreams, values and beliefs. A man who will make me ridiculously happy for the rest of my life.

I fucking deserve that. Everyone does. Everyone deserves a partner who they just can’t get enough of, day in and day out for years and years. Everyone should have higher standards.

So when I tell someone that I have been single for five years, and they say that my standards are too high, I will take it as a compliment. A compliment that says I care more about myself and being happy than about the social definition of normal by being in back to back shitty relationships.

So yeah, I have high standards and that is never going to change.

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fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:

[Picture: Background — a six piece pie style colour split, alternating black and grey. Foreground — a picture of an armadillo. Top text: “ [Tell your friends that you’re going swimming with Virginia Woolf] ” Bottom text: “ [They don’t laugh] ”]

I laughed

fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:

[Picture: Background — a six piece pie style colour split, alternating black and grey. Foreground — a picture of an armadillo. Top text: “ [Tell your friends that you’re going swimming with Virginia Woolf] ” Bottom text: “ [They don’t laugh] ”]

I laughed

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