Tag Archives: wstfebruary

i can’t wait. I started this one at least five times already. It’s not that it’s a particularly difficult one. It’s that something is on my mind that’s seriously weighing me down, and it’s something that’s only partly in my … Continue reading →

she didn’t. She didn’t know what to write for this one. So she’s going to use this post to write about whatever she wants. [I’m not going to write this entire post in the third person, though, because that’s just … Continue reading →

so hot. I considered talking about our summer heatwaves. We have them every year—days well above 90 degrees with oppressive humidity. We’re even told not to be outdoors if we can avoid it. But that’s a boring topic. I also … Continue reading →

in the closet. It’s no secret that I love Flynn Rider and Tangled is my favorite animated film of all time. At least I’ve never kept it a secret. And yes, I am a grown-ass woman. (Not my actual hair.) … Continue reading →

too much. I feel too much. I feel feelings that aren’t my own. More specifically, I feel my kids’ feelings. I sympathize and empathize, but I go too far. I’ve seen it called toxic empathy, but that makes it sound … Continue reading →

I killed it. People use the phrase “I killed it” when they’ve done something spectacularly. How’d you do on the math test? I killed it! But that’s not how I’m going to use it. My first apartment was on the … Continue reading →

he didn’t come. I guess this can be filed under “sandra’s terrible luck with boys/men“. At the end of my eighth grade year, we had a school dance. It was a tradition at my school. Maybe it was to distract … Continue reading →

drunk. Christmas Eve last year was… different. My brother-in-law does the cooking. He’s a natural in the kitchen. He used to cook for a living. This year, though, dinner got a little delayed. N (brother-in-law)  hadn’t eaten anything all day. … Continue reading →