I'm a writer by trade, fitness-minded by choice, and a Viking by chance. I'm here to share my work and if you absolutely, cannot possibly imagine a world without it, please share a little love!
At the beginning of quarantine I was starting to lose my mind. An ambivert seriously lacking in extrovert activities was forcing me to hone in on introvert side of life. Now I don't know if i'll ever be able to go back. In an attempt to jumpstart my creative juices, I started writing Disney parody songs about quarantine. Enjoy!
Why I Don't Believe in Therapists
The question of why I don’t believe in therapists has been presented to me numerous times. Every answer I provide never seems to be good enough for the questioner so let me thoroughly explain. Ahem.
As we floated down the swamp (because it wasn’t really a river yet) a butterfly hovered so close to my ear, I could hear the rapid thudding of its wings beating air into my skin. Later this magical occurrence would lose a bit of value when I found out it was a racist insect, but in that moment, I embraced yet another wonder of the world.
Dealing with Divorce
I'm here to share helpful tidbits of surviving and thriving during this difficult time. If my experiences are at all useful or amusing, consider sending a little love my way.
The Lake Around the Corner
There’s a creature that lives in the lake down the street from my house. No one believes me, but I know what I saw. They chalk it up to a vivid imagination, but how many times can you see something so colossally unreal, before you believe its reality? Apparently that argument makes me crazy, so I’ve stopped trying to convince people, but when swimmers go missing I cringe for their fate. Drowning, accidents or whatever else the police file it under, can’t hide the bite marks in the severed leg that washed up on the manmade beach last Tuesday. It’s angry. They angered it, but I’m one science fiction proclamation away from the nut house, so I bit back the truth.
Dream a Little Dream
I had a thought this morning that turned into a theory that would probably get me tossed into a nut house if I ever shared it. Settle in folks; it’s time for some crazy.
11 Things That Happen When You're Tall
Being six-feet tall for most my life has come with its own set of challenges. After years of adolescent mockery and actively avoiding high heels, I’ve come to embrace and celebrate all 72 inches of me. But the road here was arduous and seemingly endless. So, my vertically-challenged friends, what is it like being the tall girl? I’m so glad you asked:
You can tell a lot about a person by their keys, arguably, everything you need to know. Some people have one car key, one house key, and absolutely zero exciting prospects in their lives. Others have countless keys, a couple reward cards, and maybe one ornate key chain in a pathetic attempt to convince themselves that they have a life outside their daily responsibilities. They’re frugal though, so at least there’s that. On the other side of the spectrum, you have those with no intension of facing adulthood and just pile on the decorative key chains that surround a lone key to god only knows what.