Journaling My Way Through a Pandemic

On March 13 2020, an eerie silence crept its way through our ReStores. There were few customers that day, and those who came stood far away, avoiding eye contact, as if that was how this new mysterious disease spread. And maybe it did? I told my coworker Jerome, “The world is ending!” and he justContinue reading “Journaling My Way Through a Pandemic”

Embrace Your Inner Clown

It all started with Patch Adams. You know, that Robin Wiliams movie from 1998. Have you seen it? (Confession time: I actually haven’t seen it. BUT, it inspired one specific Penn Stater, and the domino effect began.) The movie tells the story of Patch Adams, a real-life doctor who acted goofy, often dressing up likeContinue reading “Embrace Your Inner Clown”

On Identity.

This pass fall, I did a tabling event for Dandelion Revolution Press at a women’s festival. It had a lot of women vendors and benefited a local women’s shelter. There was a woman there selling beautiful jewelry that was meant to be fidgeted and played with. Her business was called Playthings Studio. I was immediatelyContinue reading “On Identity.”

A Long and Windy Road

“It is very rewarding to feel, time and time again, that you are pursuing what you love and exactly where you are meant to be.” This was the last line for one of my assignments this past semester. I had to write an analysis about my experience of shadowing an ESL classroom. I had reachedContinue reading “A Long and Windy Road”

Reflections From A Bride

I’m married!!! Wife. Husband. Marriage. After two months, these words still feel so foreign to me. Like, when did I become an adult capable of making these big life decisions?!?! Luckily, my husband (!!) is my best friend. I know couples say that all the time (and I know everyone smiles and nods and triesContinue reading “Reflections From A Bride”

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

For years and years, I believed I was destined to live in chaos. Clothes piled on chairs, mail sitting in stacks on the kitchen table, lost items making a new home in the corner of my bedroom floor. I wasn’t dirty, but I was messy. I was a messy person. That’s the way I wasContinue reading “The Stories We Tell Ourselves”

Writer’s Block, My Old Friend

Do you know what I’m supposed to be doing right now? Sitting in the basement of a church participating in a free write during my community writing group—spinning a short piece of fiction using tonight’s prompt. Do you know what I’m actually doing right now?Well, I was flip flopping between computer tabs & half-finished stories.Continue reading “Writer’s Block, My Old Friend”

Like Mother, Like Daughter

One of my favorite things about growing older is discovering how much of myself is made up of my parents. As much as I’d like to think I alone have molded myself into the person I am today, it’s simply false. My mother and father have been there the whole time, their hands on topContinue reading “Like Mother, Like Daughter”

Why I’m Scared of Self-Driving Cars

For my Pittsburgh friends, I’m sure you recognize the image below. I remember the first time I saw one of these Ubers driving around the city, the metal cylinder spinning on top like something out of a science fiction novel, and my friend nonchalantly saying, “Oh, there’s one of those self-driving cars.” Hold up. WContinue reading “Why I’m Scared of Self-Driving Cars”