ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
- First Place in We Have a Dream Challenge
Everyone has a Yellow Coat First Place in We Have a Dream Challenge
Coats brush on the subway, forcing our bodies to touch too intimately for strangers. We sing apologies in unison through fake smiles. I turn my music up and look at the sea of coats–all bunched together, clinging to the pole, swaying to the chatter of the tracks. One coat has seen the tattered love of siblings before, passed down until the thread loses strength. One coat weaves cautiously through the dirty crowd to preserve fur that is worth more than my rent. One coat unbuttons from a chest and drapes over the shoulders of a girlfriend's kiss.
6 Ways to Change your Relationship with Social Media to make 2022 the Year of Self-Care
I don't know about you, but I can get in pits of endlessly scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. Social media gets in the way of so many things. My quality time with loved ones, my sleep schedule, my confidence, my self-esteem, my goals, etc.etc.etc. In fact, just during this last paragraph, I have looked at my phone four times–only to see that mom has liked my last four Instagram photos. Enough is enough.
Above the Fireplace
"It was there! Right there! How could you not see it?" Simon has always had a condescending tone in his voice since we were kids. Something our affronting father inadvertently taught him as he talked down to our mom. Something I never picked up, but I guess I never idolized our father the way Simon does.
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
How UncomplicatedRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
I have never feared the virus. To be honest, as an introvert, it is a dream to go into lockdown. Time slowing, the simplicity of existence, mundane silence–how uncomplicated. Jeremy keeps saying that we owe it to ourselves to be a pair of bored New Yorkers while we can.
My 2021 Christmas Food Guide
This Cooking Blog Ruined me for All Others. I discovered Half Baked Harvest three years ago, and since then, 99% of my food inspo comes from the blog. And no, I am not being paid by Tieghan or her team to write this. I just am such a fan, I can not recommend her enough. I even bought one of her cookbooks for both my mother and boyfriend's mother. It truly is going to be a Half Baked Harvest Christmas in my house.
When to Break up with your Workplace
I JUST QUIT MY JOB! Don't get me wrong, I think sometimes things are just shitty. If that is your romantic relationship, your schooling, or a friendship–but you push through. You realize that you aren't always going to be happy and life isn't always rainbows and butterflies. But there is a difference between having a momentary rough patch and being in a permanent bad situation that is killing your soul. If a few months go by, you have sought action and you realize this is not just a bad moment but an unhealthy situation that won't change, YOU NEED TO LEAVE.
Count to Ten
Maybe it was the desperation for college money, or maybe it was to prove to her father that she wasn't afraid of water anymore, but in the fall of Sarah's senior year, she took that job renting paddle boats and canoes at Stanfield Ponds. The job was easy enough, even boring. Couples and families would come in with romantic glazed-over eyes in hopes of crisp auburn Hallmark moments filled with steamed hot chocolate and matching scarves. They'd come in twos and fours, never wanting the weight of their uneven party to allow the boat to sink more to one side. Sarah would sit on the edge of the dock with her shaking hands gripped tightly to the wooden frame, watching each pair of legs step into the tottering boat before pushing them off into the ripple. She'd ignore the violent lapping against the skeleton of the boat and count to ten–and sometimes once more.
They say the walls screamed after it saw the horrors inside–collecting in the stone each decibel of terror that came from the mouths of Theodore Moss and his teenage daughter, Bea. Sometimes, even on the stillest of nights, when the crickets song has tucked away the anxious sun and the darkness begins to tell secrets, passersby claim they hear a wind whistling, rattling the shell of the Moss Victorian mansion so aggressively that such a force could only come from within its belly.
The Simple Magic of a Gift Box
Grandma Jo was one of those mysterious people that you didn't know why your lives became so deeply intertwined–they just did. She wasn't related to us or even had a family of her own. My parents didn't share a long history of friendship with her or have connections beyond pure circumstance. It was simple and natural, our pieces fitting together as if our blood did align.
Maybe They Had it Right All Along
No one despises the mundane simplicity of a small town more than a wide-eyed teenager. The moment I held that rusty 1999 dodge neon key insured in my own name, I knew I would escape the moment I could. Wearing second-hand gowns, principal Terry adjusted my tassel from east to west while my packed car was within eyesight, enabling me to drive away from that three stoplight town the instance my yearbook held every classmates name.