Mad As A Hatter

As crazy as it seems, the last time I flew into a rage was the other night. I made a horrible mistake, and I let my emotions get to the best of me. Looking back at it, I looked ridiculous. If anyone else had seen me, they would have thought that I was acting insane, that I was being overdramatic. But, in the moment, I didn’t feel like I was. My anger, my  lashing out, felt justified.

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Ode To A Playground

The elementary school I used to go to had not one, not two, but three playgrounds behind it: one for kindergarteners, another for first, second, and third graders, and the last for fourth and fifth graders. When I went there, the best part of the day was spent on those playgrounds during recess; it was when my friends and I had the most fun.

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When Nobody Else Is Around

It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of music; I think it’s a normal, healthy thing to be. I listen to music almost constantly throughout my work days, when I get ready every morning, and at random times throughout my days. Basically, the only times I’m not listening to music are when I’m writing, watching TV, or sleeping. That’s about it.

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The Writing Room

In reality, my ideal space to write is anywhere that has a flat surface, and allows me to clear my head. I don’t even really need much to be able to write anywhere; I just need some peace and quiet. You know, so I can hear the little voice in my head telling me what to write.

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Get In, Loser; We’re Going Shopping

In case you don’t keep count, we have twenty-one days left until Christmas. That’s right; everyone has three weeks left to take care of everything they need to before the most anticipated holiday of the year arrives. (Can you believe that? 2017, hands down, has been the shortest year of my life!) You know, I […]

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Well That Escalated Quickly

I’m going to need you to give me some space. No, really; I can’t have you all up in my face, hanging all over me. And I know that must either make me seem like such a weirdo or just plain obnoxious, but I feel like people just don’t understand personal space—physically, mentally, emotionally.

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