I was introduced to McDonald's in 1997 when my parents made regular trips from Allentown to New York City. (My 4-year-old brother had a role as Tam in the Broadway musical Miss Saigon. #HumbleBrag) My dad always ordered a Big Mac for me, which became my favorite thing to eat. Pretty sure he just wanted... Continue Reading →
It feels shameful to admit, but 2020 was the best year of my life. The pandemic forced me (well, everyone) to sit with their own thoughts and feelings. All my needs, self-care, and boundaries I’d been neglecting were finally letting out a bloodcurdling scream and begging to be addressed.
When I was taking a stand-up comedy workshop, we were encouraged to revisit the stories shared most frequently with friends. You know, the ones they've already heard a million times. This section of my blog is inspired by that concept, except they're the random life moments that keep replaying over and over in my head.... Continue Reading →
Many people ask me where to eat, drink, and play when they visit San Francisco, so I've decided to compile my favorites into one blog post. This hasn't been updated for awhile, so feel free to contact me for additional suggestions!
I remember telling my doctor about our move to Denver, and she optimistically replied, "When you're all settled in and find someone new, you might consider slowly coming off your meds." Was she insane? I'd been taking Zoloft for a year and convinced myself I could never live without it. For once in my life, my spiraling anxiety and debilitating depression were under control.
Frankly I procrastinated on this blog post because I felt closeted about my love for Hamilton. The musical, not the person. As a history buff and socialist, my husband can't stand its existence and rolls his eyes if he gets even a whiff of the soundtrack. Now that I've come to acknowledge his truth, I... Continue Reading →
Already because of COVID-19, my full-time salary is cut by 20% and I'm working 25+ hours of customer support each week. This means less flexibility in my schedule, specifically not being able to work out as much. I feel weaker and more tired, discouraged at my backward progress in pole. Anxiety reigns over any feelings of achievement.
I've been sitting on this blog post draft for several months, and I couldn't figure out why. It dawned on me today that I've been triggered by regret from past sexual trauma (will touch on that later) but it's time I close out these thoughts and push through processing what I've been meaning to write.
I think to myself, "Maybe if I'd gotten into more trouble as a kid or was punished for stupid little things... I'd be better about taking feedback?" Grass is always greener on the other side, so I'm unsure but would love to hear other perspectives on the topic. My college roommates swear by being spanked as a kid, and that just blows my mind.