I am not a daring person. I am scared of most things, and wary of everything else. I have friends who skydive and voluntarily engage in other adrenaline-inducing adventures. Not me. I avoid adrenaline at all costs. Since I do not enjoy leaving the house after five o’clock in the evening, this is easily achievable. …
Dismantling clichés: Volume I
A friend of mine introduced me to a website that is geared towards overcoming writer’s block. This whole week I’ve been using prompts from its random subject generator to write posts. It’s been very helpful, but there’s more to the site than just the random subject generator. There are also other exercises that encourage free …
Embarrassment and procrastination
All throughout middle school and high school, I was the biggest procrastinator known to man. I remedied it in college and typically had assignments done at least a week in advance. But this post isn’t about the wise version of myself. Oh, no. It’s about my most embarrassing moment, which happened as a direct result …
Stubbornness vs transformation
Stubbornness has always been one of my predominate character faults (I have many). As a child, and well into my high school years, this manifested itself in a couple ways. First, I refused to apologize for anything, partly because I thought I could do no wrong, and I just didn’t get why apologies were necessary. …
The dryer legend
When I was eight, my family was living in a rent house, waiting for our house in Catoosa, Oklahoma to be built. The following story is now a legend in our family; nobody is exactly sure how it came about, but it’s funny in retrospect, mostly because I didn’t die. I somehow averted tragedy that …
The seven letter S word
I’ve struggled with thoughts of suicide since I was thirteen or fourteen, five or six years before finding out I was bipolar. I distinctly remember being home alone in middle school and feeling reckless and despondent—a terrible combination. I know I’m in trouble when I feel those things simultaneously. Our game room has a bannister …
My feet
*Gag* Y’all. I have the ugliest feet known to man. I know, I know; everyone thinks their feet are ugly, but I promise you mine are worse. For starters, my toes are deformed. Not kidding. My pediatrician called them hammer toes. So, instead of being straight, they are curled all the time. Maybe they do …
The challenges of envy
I am in the mood to write (for once), but I have no idea what to write about. A friend of mine sent me a link to a random topic generator to spark some ideas. The first one that came up was: Write about a challenge you face. Here goes…. A couple of years ago, …
Why you should(n’t) put a basketball under your shirt
It’s been a while since I’ve written for my blog. I’ve been busy with other things, and a bit lazy in my reading and writing habits. I recently started coaching a sixth-grade girls basketball team. I often have interesting conversations with these little eleven and twelve-year-old humans. The other night at practice, I put a …
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Literary pet peeves
I have many pet peeves. It isn’t healthy how many things annoy me. Not superficial annoyance, mind you, but deep abhorrence. The subject of this post will center on my literary pet peeves. In order of most annoying: “Than ever” (and every variant therein) How lazy is this literary device? Some authors cannot help themselves, …
Between Two Poles 