I can't remember the first time I envisioned my own wedding--or if I ever did. Growing up in a household where marital warfare was more common than eating together just didn't seem to be a conducive environment for me to be thinking about marriage. But I did make dresses out of blankets secured by clothespins, so I guess my childhood wasn't so bland....
Doing things for my so-called career has a certain way of making me want to drop to the floor, hold my knees close to my chest, and rock back and forth just until the feeling dissipates. But it never really does. If I'm lucky, it just turns into an altogether different kind of dread. It has become an inside joke among me and...
For now, I'm choosing stay. The idea of moving out and setlling down in a new place has always been my kind of fantasy but no matter how far my grand ideations of independent living may wander, practicality and the bitter reality always pull me back into this godforsaken (but tolerable and occassionally lovable) place. I became tethered to its formidable significance (and...
