I'm mostly an editorial writer. I love to share my opinions and experiences. I don't hold back and I swear so if you take offense easily, my articles probably aren't for you. I'm a single mom just trying to stay sane.
Women in power. There’s not a ton. The numbers are not in our favor. Even with a woman Vice President, the numbers for women in power in the United States are low. Although we are far from the most suppressed group in the world, we are a breed that is slept on. Only twenty-six percent of the house and senate is made up of women. For state legislatures we sit a bit higher at thirty percent. Of fortune five hundred CEOs, women make up about seven percent.
The Little Black Book
I was on my way home, or my place of living at that current moment. I was sharing a flat with three roommates in New York City, this was my fourth apartment since coming here from my hometown, Kalamazoo, Michigan. Everyone told me I was crazy to move out here alone and that I would never make it big in the journalism industry without a degree. But here I was, bar tending in any place that would take me. Which meant taking the subway, constantly.
Money, Money, Taxes, Bullarchy, Money, Money
I am damn near twenty-seven years old and for some reason I am still learning money management. If you were raised like me, and if you were a millennial, you probably were, you learned how to balance a check book and that you absolutely need a degree in order to get a career (bullarchy). That is what they drilled into us in school. That was about it. I don't know about you, but I have used my checkbook twice in the five years that I've had it. In fact, do those things expire? That's probably something I should look into.
Dear Lorelei: I Can’t Explain
Dear Lorelei, It's June first, twenty-twenty and the world is in chaos. We've been in quarantine or bored in the house and in the house bored since March thirteenth or at least, that's when my job sent me home. But I truly believe that is for the best right now. You will be four in two short months and trying to explain the world to you has been hard and heartbreaking the entire year. I've been telling you the world is sick but it's more than that and getting so much worse. The day you came to me and asked me if you were super good, if you could go back to school the next day, I cried and I prayed harder than I've prayed in a long time.
Nothing is Normal
"Why do you put your makeup on every day? It's not like you can go anywhere." I can't. I can't go anywhere. I sit in my house and wait for the corona virus epidemic to run it's course. Bars are closed, Stores are closed.
I'm getting married! I'm still getting used to saying that. I say it to my fiance about nineteen times a day. It hasn't started driving him nuts... yet. I never really thought I would get married as a kid. I always thought - even growing up, that if I did get married, I would elope in Vegas. So when I realized that I needed to start planning a wedding, I got a little scared. I know there's a lot to it. But I'm a low - stress person. If it causes me stress, I try not to deal with it. Everyone told me, planning my wedding, it was going to be impossible for me to not stress about it. They weren't wrong.
Jessi was born into a fairly normal family: a mom, a dad, soon she had a little sister- me. Before Jessi turned seven, our mom died of cancer. Being a little girl without a mother is hard enough, but she also had me. I didn't realize growing up that she had inherited me as a responsibility, but she did. My dad was grieving and trying his best to find a way to stay home and provide for his two daughters, so my sister pretty much took over the roll of mother to me.
Dear mom, It's been twenty - three years to the day since you died. I have accomplished a lot in that time. From being able to go to the bathroom by myself, to graduating high school, having a baby, and now graduating again and soon getting married.