This post is going to make me sound a little crazy. I guess I'm okay with that. I want to be open, to be transparent, to be completely fresh and raw. To share myself with the world. And this is just one, slightly crazy, part of me. The first time I heard the term "maladaptive daydreaming" was about six months ago. I finally opened up to Seth about my constant, almost obsessive daydreaming, and I decided to do a little research on it. Up until that point, I figured either everyone did it, and … [Read more...] about So, I’m a Maladaptive Daydreamer
Yesterday, as I hopped onto my laptop to bust out some early morning work, I was greeted with a rather unpleasant article: Lewiston Mayor Wants to Publish Names, Addresses of People on Welfare. (For reference, you can read his Letter to the Editor, where he outlines what he'd like to see happen, here: http://www.twincitytimes.com/columns/enough-is-enough-mainers-have-a-right-to-know-how-their-money-is-spent) Are you fucking serious? Now, maybe my outrage was caused by a little bit of bias; … [Read more...] about Enough is Enough: Poor People are PEOPLE, too.
It's really weird to think about the fact that, at 21, I've been freelancing and building a business longer than a lot of people. While most of my peers are still in college, I'm attending meetings and pulling in clients. Where they're focused on home work, all of my work is "home" work. 90% of the time, I barely feel like an adult, let alone a business woman. But the weird thing is, I am. I'm a huge RSS fan. I subscribe to all sorts of websites - cooking blogs, DIY blogs, inspiring … [Read more...] about Am I Even Old Enough To Give Advice?
You are a thin, attractive, blonde girl. I don't expect you to understand what it's like to be plus-sized. To be ridiculed because of your weight. To feel disgusting, and worthless every time you look into the mirror. To go through middle school and high school feeling alone, like nobody will ever love you because you're fat. I seriously doubt you know the agony of going to the beach with your skinny friends. Of going out to eat and having people offer you their leftovers. Of going to the … [Read more...] about Dear Nicole Arbour
A few years ago, as I rounded the corner into my kitchen, I was met with the vision of a large, yellow dog. I was stunned. My boyfriend and I don't have a dog. Yet there it was, clear as day. It was a Golden Retriever - long fur, red collar. I turned to call to my boyfriend; when I turned back towards the kitchen, it was gone. No trace of the dog could be found. We both saw it several times throughout the years there. We called him "Ghost Dog". In response to The Daily Post's writing … [Read more...] about The Dog