I hate introducing myself to strangers, starting conversations, or mingling at parties. Making returns or scheduling appointments over the phone make me nervous. In fact, I dislike most phone calls. I avoid them when I can. It is entirely possible that I have accepted crappy insurance, additional fees, or the wrong colored something or other simply because I didn’t want to talk to anyone on the phone.
All this to say, speaking up isn’t my strong suit.
It’s funny though. When I was in elementary school (more…)
Who even cares about food?
I thought this. Me. Jazmine—lover of pasta and cheese and peanut butter. She, who can eat more popcorn in one sitting than a small movie theater. She, who eats hummus with a spoon, because… yum. The very same who loves breakfast more than any meal of the day, could suddenly get all the way to 1pm on coffee alone.
I would put my kiddo down for a nap and think, I better eat something. By then I was despondent and faint. I recognized that I was starving, but somehow I was okay with it, because the feeling seemed to match my mood. I mean, who even cares about food? (more…)
There has been an awful lot of talk about how bad 2016 was. With the election a mere two months behind us, it’s completely understandable that we, as a whole, feel a bit bruised by the impact of what’s to come. The world is a mess and we’re pretty tired of it. There is a lot to sort out.
And sure, we lost a few significant celebrities. But they were… um, celebrities. Despite how many days I cried over David Bowie’s death, it’s not enough for me to toss the whole year in the garbage and call it a steamy pile of poo. (more…)
I was born and raised in Southern California, so I’m spoiled when it comes to weather. I don’t like extremes. I complain about anything higher than 85 degrees and anything lower than 65 degrees. Rain is novel and splendid, but only for two days. Anything, longer than that is a little excessive, don’t you think?
It’s no surprise that summer in Chicago had me in a complete fit for weeks. It was horrid, sticky, and stormy and dear God, how do people function in this heat? I thought, I’ll just wait until the weather is nice and then we can go out. That didn’t work. The sticky and stormy would last for days and days with maybe one day of respite in between.
And now we are headed into the darkest days of winter. Somehow knowing this has sparked a better-get-the-fuck-out-there-and-enjoy-the-sun-while-you-can attitude in me. So, my miniature sidekick and I (more…)
When I was in college I put a little Jesus fish on my car. Just peeled the wax paper off the back and slapped that baby to the bumper of my Geo Metro.
Shocked? Well, let me tell you the best thing about this little fish. He had legs. And instead of the name, JESUS, in the center of his body, it read: DARWIN. Clever, right?
Listen, I have never had anything against Jesus. In fact, I think he’s pretty groovy. I mean, his teachings were directly inspired by the super-groovy Jewish sages who came before him. Still, I have a great deal of respect for science. And I like a good joke.
It was funny!
You know what wasn’t funny? (more…)
What comes to mind when you hear the word, feminist? Gloria Steinem in her oversized glasses? Women burning bras or screaming into bullhorns? Or maybe you think back to that brief chapter in high school history when you learned about the suffragettes, and you picture Victorian ladies marching in fancy hats and sashes.
What I really want to know is: do you picture you?
When I was very young I wondered why democratic politicians didn’t win every election. If roughly fifty percent of the American population is female, I reasoned, and all women are democrats, then the collective democratic vote would tip the scales every time. Right? (more…)