It’s been a tough week in my personal and work life. This week I was let off a case, and a client charged at me and tried to grab my mouth. Today, I canceled work because Mr. Squigglekins’s car was blocking mine and I was unable to back up from the driveway to leave. (… Read More The Positives of Being Blocked by Your Boyfriend’s Car
I have a few close female friends, and I treasure that. It’s better to have quality than quantity. Sometimes though I wish I had a larger group of female friendships that are glorified in sitcoms such as Friends, Awkward, and Girls. When I lurk through Facebook and see childhood friends and college classmates with their… Read More Searching for Meaningful Female Friendships
“Sam, you’re gaining weight!” “Sam, don’t eat doughnuts.” “You need to exercise more.” “Samanta, do crunches in the morning. Your stomach is getting big.” I hate all of these comments referring to my weight. My parents and older relatives remind me every time they see me that I’m gaining weight. I look at myself in… Read More Mom and Dad, STOP TELLING ME I’M FAT aka Why I cannot change my parents.
The older I get, the harder it is to be vulnerable. I can’t tell complex emotions without hurting the other person. I end up in a difficult situation in which I wonder to tell them how I feel because it’s honest, or do I spare them the hurt feelings and feign happiness to avoid conflict?… Read More Numb and Exhausted
I logged onto Facebook one night, and saw that my friend Nicaragua replied back to my comment I posted on her page. She apologized that she didn’t reply sooner and that she was indisposed at a certain facility for a period of time and that she was going to tell me about it later. For… Read More Schizoaffective Disorder: Creatively Mental Comrades
Before I left for New York, I left my house keys I thought my mom was going to be home that day and could let me back inside. Well, turned out while I was on the plane heading home, my mom left a voicemail saying that she was going to be at work that day.… Read More My Post-Vacation Meltdown (Or When Shit hits the Fan)
Last week when I was nannying, I read part of the children’s novel Ramona the Brave by Beverly Cleary. I found the book to be sweet, spirited, and funny. She reminded a little of myself when I was younger. In one scene, Ramona’s class is making paper bag owls for back to school night. She… Read More Ramona Quimby, You’re Just like Me!