Playlists, memoirs, and other wacky pieces.
Not A Turkey, But A Peacock
This Thanksgiving, some folks may be grateful for the fresh turkey on their dinner plates as they eat away the stress of a crazy year. As for me, I'm thankful for another bird with distinctive feathers and an incredible personality.
If you're like me, the very thought of doing a workout makes you shrivel up into a ball and lie still for several hours. It's exhausting to think about, and even more exhausting when you're running down the street or lifting dumbbells in the air. The tiredness, the sweat, the time it takes to finish a drill...it doesn't seem like it's worth the effort.
Why I've Donated All My Vocal Tips to BLM (And Why You Should Too)
I write this story having learned my father, a New Jersey ex-cop, and my uncle (both white, straight men in their 50's), used the n-word in casual conversation a few days ago. One man said it with an a at the end, the other with a hard r. I'm not quite sure of the context of the conversation. All I know is it had something to do with a joke my uncle told. For some warped reason, it was meant to be funny.
I Reached My $20 Vocal+ Payout!
I did it folks. It finally happened. After about a year and a half, 26 articles and several monthly payments of $9.99, I finally reached enough reads to withdraw the minimum Stripe requirement of $20.
24 Hours Dressed As Sexy Patrick Star (A Memoir)
You know when you're looking through your closet of clothes, and you can visualize the great memories you've had while wearing them? A fancy sweater reminds you of a great first date, or a trench coat reminds you of a day you received good news. Sometimes we refuse to give away clothes we haven't worn in years because of the good times we've had in them.
During the spring semester of my freshman year, a friend named Sophie convinced me to attend meetings held by my college's Hillel Society. I am not Jewish, but since I was friendless and didn't have anything better to do, I came to the miniscule meetings where the club watched films on Judaism and ate kosher pizza. Born and raised Catholic, I felt like an intruder. But people welcomed me, and for a few weeks, I was less alone than I was before.
The Master of Horror’s House
It was a gloomy day - the cold, quiet, solemn kind - when my family and I made the long journey to Bangor, Maine. We had spent over 7 hours escaping a tropical storm. Back home in New Jersey, the power was cut, houses were flooded, and the fence in our backyard had been damaged from a fallen tree. But in the northeastern part of the United States, all you could feel was leftover tension.
How To Win a Vocal Challenge!
Let’s be honest: it’s downright impossible to make money off of Vocal through views alone. Some writers have successfully found ways to earn passive income from this website, but it's usually because...