Glass Half Full

  • One for the Road: The Art of Leaving

    I’ve always been observant. A noticer of little things. I’ve also always been very guarded; perceiving the room I stand in, and the world as a whole, through a narrowed squint and a cocked eyebrow. I suppose I was born that way, for better or for worse. I’ve stood in cathedrals with golden frescos adorning…

  • Not My Cup of Tea: The Women We’re Supposed to Become

    As a lifetime owner of society’s manual on womanhood, I have several questions and objections.  Apparently, in order to be a woman, we must subscribe to a bountiful basket of paradoxical expectations. We must be successful and ambitious, but never break the glass ceiling. Sexy and seductive, but not too much or they’ll call you…

  • The First Round: Who’s It On, Really?

    Modern dating. Dating has never really been my friend. Countless first dates; a very countable amount of second dates. They all start out the same. Allow me to paint you a picture. A guy asks me out – I tell him Thursday, 7:30 (first dates on a weekend are a waste of everyone’s time, in…

  • The Last Sip: Forever is an Illusion

    My mom might have cancer.  This sentence has been sitting in my notes app for 2 months. I like to write as a way to cope with my feelings, obviously. But this one I couldn’t even say out loud. Not to my friends, not to my mom, not to myself. It just lingered here, on…

  • Pouring Into Cups: The Importance of Platonic Love

    “The grass grows where you water it.” A phrase that has time and time again escaped my lips. My friends finish the sentence and repeat it back to me. It is my response to almost everything. Career. Goals. Accomplishments. Relationships. Life in general. If you’ve ever come to me looking for advice, you’ve probably left…

  • The Glass Sitch

    You’re probably wondering, “how possibly could the glass be half full?” Trust me, you’re preaching to the choir. However, I’ve decided that instead of wallowing in misery (or, as I like to call it, realism), it’s time to take back the reins on my outlook. A few years ago, I chose to start looking at…