Why I’m Taking Bill Cosby’s Rape Scandal Personally

“It can’t be true because he’s so well loved.” “It can’t be true because he was around so many others and it didn’t happen to them.” “It can’t be true because they waited so long to come forward.” “It can’t be true because they’re conspiring to ruin him.” I know. I get it. None ofRead More

Spilling and Sorting it Out

Spilling and Sorting it Out

This is therapy. This is me just spilling it all out, like the contents in an oft-used yet rarely cleaned purse. I’m going through some heavy stuff at the moment, and I need to get it all out there before trying to put it back neatly in place. I remember my mom doing just thisRead More

All About that Apple, No Pumpkin

All About that Apple, No Pumpkin

I know, I know. Many of you would shake your fist at me for ever dissing those orange orbs that grace front porches everywhere this fall, but your hands are full–one with a Pumpkin Spice Latte and the other with a pumpkin muffin. Here’s the deal. I used to love pumpkin-flavored everything, from warm drinksRead More

Find Fun and Fundamentals at Arty Party

Find Fun and Fundamentals at Arty Party

When Arts Partners asked if I’d like to attend Arty Party with my girls, write about my experience, and also give away some tickets on my Facebook page, I was intrigued. I’d heard of Arts Partners, thanks to a wildly successful social media fundraising campaign, ArtDOG¬†(Art Day of Giving)¬†earlier this year. The campaign, a projectRead More

For Those Who Don’t Understand Rape

For Those Who Don’t Understand Rape

I’d like to tell you a story. A story about two friends. They’re young, maybe 21 or 22. One’s name is Steve, the other, Marcus. Marcus is outgoing and known to be a frequent party-goer and very generous. He’s often willing to give his friends money, or buy everyone a round at their favorite diveRead More

Melty, Salty, Smoky, Good: Celebrate American Cheese Month

Melty, Salty, Smoky, Good: Celebrate American Cheese Month

This may be hard to believe, but when I was a young child, I didn’t like cheese. Wait, what? What kind of kid turns their nose up at grilled cheese, cheeseburgers, and the coveted mac & cheese? This kid. I hated it. Gagged at the thought. I even remember a time when a babysitter fixedRead More