It’s Okay to Quit Your Job

It's okay to quit your job

I am a young, 20-something living in Chicago. My life is stretched before me and my expectations are high. Like most of my peers, graduating from college just a couple years ago was jarring. Suddenly we were thrust into the real world, diplomas in hand, over-eager resumes waving in the faces of anyone who would notice. And like most of my peers, I realized that success is harder than my supportive upbringing would have me believe.READ MORE

This is Portland | A Book Review

Working at a publishing distribution company has it’s perks, and as someone who handles (almost) every e-book that comes our way, I get some special sneak peeks. This book came across my desk (erm…screen) the other day and instantly caught my eye for a couple reasons:READ MORE

In This Moment

I recently explained to one of my freelance clients that I would be moving this summer to an undetermined location (based on wherever Alex decides to go to school). He reacted with a mixture of surprise, excitement, and concern. He was happy that I was excited about exploring somewhere new and that Alex and I were in this decision together, but he was concerned that I wasn’t considering what I truly want and looking out for myself in what I am going to do wherever we go. I told him that it was kind of the perfect opportunity for me because I’m at a point in my life where I don’t exactly know what I want, so I’m fine with entering a situation that will force me to explore new possibilities.READ MORE

Back with my First Love

First Love

They say an English major trains you perfectly for a career as a coffee shop barista. While normally I would have several points to argue, there does seem to be a common attraction to the coffee shop life, and last week I succumbed. I decided to return to my first love: coffee.READ MORE

Drop the F-bomb all you want, but don’t call me a B**ch

Last night Alex and I went on a wonderful date night. He met me after work and we used a Groupon we had found for a “haunted” bike tour through the city. Afterward, we went to one of our favorite downtown Irish pubs for a quick bite to eat, and as we were crossing the street to catch the train home, talking about how fun our night had been, all feelings of happiness drained out of me with two simple words: “fat. b*%ch.”READ MORE

Afraid to Be Alone

I’ve become increasingly sensitive about our addiction to smartphones as a society.

Disclaimer: I do not own a smartphone, though I am hoping to make that leap within the next month

Smartphones themselves don’t bother me. I love smartphones, actually. I desperately want one, and am trying to work it out with my current plan. I can’t wait to be able to use the CTA tracker app to find out when the next train or bus is coming, I’m excited to be able to share day-to-day photos instantly with my family whom I rarely see, I’m excited to be able to look up directions when plans change last minute, and it will be nice to know that no matter where I am, I won’t miss anything important because communication with anyone via voice, text, Facebook, Twitter, email, etc. is literally at my fingertips.

The problem I have with smartphones, however, is that they’re encouraging our fears of being alone with other people, and more importantly, being alone with ourselves.READ MORE

New Year’s Resolutions

Here I am at another transition point in my life. I am moving into a new apartment—a new apartment with my boyfriend. It’s summertime and beautiful outside. Life is brimming with possibility, so what better time than to make some life adjustments while I have the motivation to do so?READ MORE

Nothing ever happens around here

It was a lazy summer afternoon in grade school. My best friend at the time, Jenni, and I were sitting in my backyard without anything to do. School was out for the summer which gave us all the freedom our young minds could dream of, but we had already exhausted our usual make-believe games and my mom refused to help us set up the blow-up pool because it was almost dinner time anyway.READ MORE


Just as a child absorbs language and social norms without much explanation or question, a child from the Midwest grows up understanding that humidity is a normal phenomenon during the (short) summer season usually followed by rain. Today in good ol’ Wisconsin was such a day. The morning was warm, but as the day progressed, the humidity rose to levels of yuck. Luckily I was working in the air conditioning all day, but we could measure the weather’s progression by the number of iced drinks being ordered and the size of the sweat stains on customers’ shirts as the day wore on. As the heavy air became thicker and thicker, every few customers would make a comment that it was about to rain at any moment, I can feel it!READ MORE


I used to keep a journal, but I’m terrible at keeping it updated (much as I am with blogging *ahem ahem*). It used to be a place to pour out angsty teenage thoughts, a place to attempt to work out some of the bigger questions in my (high school) life, document my travels, etc. But no matter the use, there are always four or five consecutive entries followed by gaps spanning months of time. When I came to college and declared my Creative Writing degree (even though I clearly placed more focus on my Spanish degree), it became a place to jot down random thoughts, moments, scraps of story lines, and poems too terrible to bring to workshop.I was flipping through this “journal” this afternoon to add a list to its assortment of oddities. Flipping to find the next blank page, I landed on the last entry which caught my eye because it was not dated (as usual). I began reading it and originally thought that it was something I liked from somewhere and decided to copy for inspiration, but then realized I had written it at the beginning of last semester (holy long time ago, Batman). Anyway I decided to post it here because it’s one of the few times I have re-read something I’ve written and actually kind of liked it.READ MORE