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“Lorelai – Why aren’t you renouncing satan?”

So I guess I haven’t said much or like posted specifically about this, and it’s not for lack of feeling about the issue, it’s just that I thought my “likes” spoke for themselves. And then I realized that the expectation is that I need to say something. That there may be some confusion on where I stand.

I would have thought that most people know me well enough to understand that of course I condemn racists, white supremacists, bigots, and neo-Nazis. Literal Nazis. Apparently I haven’t actually stated that yet. Someone might think I’m not speaking out for a reason. And that got me real nervous.

And it’s because we can’t trust our assumptions anymore.

If there’s anything we learned Nov. 8, 2016, it’s that we cannot trust our assumptions. Nothing is for sure. We can’t predict outcomes or feel any sort of certainty. We don’t know our own friends and neighbors and countrymen.

And so we find comfort in confirmation. Confirmation that the people we care about aren’t assholes. That we agree that hate-filled individuals and their gatherings need to be stopped. That we can’t let rallies of white supremacists happen, because giving them a voice, giving them space to spread their hatespeech, validates them. And obviously because they incite violence. They threaten and they execute.

So I just realized that I hadn’t actually said anything yet. Here I am, appearing to twiddle my thumbs instead of straight up stating “Racists and Nazis are bad. Violence is not the answer. This is horrible – how can we stop this?” Well, if you had even a smidgen of doubt- don’t. I am appalled, shocked, and saddened by what happened in Charlottesville. We need to prevent that from happening again. We need to do it in a way that is peaceful and powerful and unified. And we can. I believe that we can stop this cancerous, horrible group of white supremacists, white nationalists, and neo-Nazis from spreading. I believe that we can, but I don’t have the answer.

Now that I’ve made myself clear – let me tell you why I wrote this post.

For a while I thought my “likes” of New York Times articles and retweets of clever politically-active comedians we’re being seen by everyone. I figured others were saying what I was feeling in much more eloquent ways than I could, so I participated without contributing a unique statement. But then I started thinking about that. And now I’m self-conscious. I looked at my own Facebook profile in that mode where you can see what it looks like to other people — like people you’re not friends with. And my profile appears completely neutral. It looks like I either don’t care or am complicit.

I want to be one of those people who doesn’t care what other people think of them – and for the most part, I am. But I do care whether or not people think I condemn Nazis. I can’t believe I even have to type it – but yes, I condemn Nazis.

And because it never fails — there is always a relevant Gilmore Girls quote for everything: like Lorelai pausing before renouncing satan at Davey and Martha’s (and Jackson’s!) baptism. I paused. And this is not something you pause about.



I didn’t pause on purpose! I didn’t think I was pausing! But I appeared to pause.

I want to be absolutely sure no one thinks even for a second that I hadn’t made my mind up about this. Just because I seemingly paused, doesn’t mean I don’t feel strongly.

That episode is gold. And when Reverend Skinner asks what Rory and Lorelai’s religious affiliations are to be sure they’re up to the task of being godparents to Sookie’s kids.  “I have a strong belief, you know, in good… over evil” “I read the Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” “I have two Mary is My Homegirl t-shirts”

So, anyway, this can act as my statement, right? I can be done? Because I’m kind of exhausted from this. I’ve actually been exhausted this whole time.

Since waking up on Nov. 9, 2016, I’ve been in a devastating fog. Every day when I wake up and read the news, it doesn’t feel real. All this dread, this disappointment. I’m overwhelmed.

For a long time I couldn’t deal with it. I was in denial. This was super out of character for me:

Me, the girl who was voted Most Liberal in high school — mind you, this was with about five other people, and it was Wheaton. I’m actually not that far left of center on some issues– just because I want gay people to get married and nationwide access to safe and legal abortion, I looked like some sort of liberal fanatic in such a predominantly conservative town.

I had my little “STOP THE WAR” button on my school bag and held up posters with giant peace signs drawn on them at tiny little protests.  I went to concerts benefitting Darfur and bought a t-shirt so everyone knew I cared about African child soldiers. I was upset about “hanging chads” even though I didn’t really know what they were. I genuinely thought 9/11 was an inside job. I was a lazy, privileged suburban, “slacktavist” but I felt like I was making a difference. It was important to me and my identity to be political. It was a defining characteristic of my teenage years – being angsty about Bush.
Then I got to vote in the election in 2008. And my guy won. Obama won and I was filled with hope. Literal hope, not just the word on the red and blue pictures of his face. I believed in it. And things happened. I remember the day gay marriage was legalized being SO DAMN HAPPY for something that didn’t even effect my relationship or wellbeing or sense of self in a direct way. But it made me feel like part of a greater and better humanity.  I felt like we were getting somewhere. I remember the first time I went to the pharmacy and my birth control pills were free. FREE. Of course, I’m fortunate and privileged enough to have always been able to afford my $10 co-pay, but I thought of every woman who wasn’t. Those women could now afford their hygiene products, or food for the day, or finally have access in the first place.

I realize now that this is the opposite of what a lot of people felt. There were people who were stewing. I just didn’t hear them. I couldn’t hear them over my celebrating. And now I think I might I understand a little how they felt (to clarify: I’m not talking Nazis here- I can’t even image what they feel and don’t want to, I’m just talking about the people who voted 45 in – the part of the country that I didn’t expect. Clarifying because I have ADD and switched subjects on you. OK – carry on). My gut wrenches every time I hear that funding is cut for an educational or after school program. I get sweaty when I read that legislation is being rolled back that protects the Great Lakes and the national parks. I have palpitations every time 45 Tweets because not only is it usually incoherent, but it’s either hateful, projection, or an outright lie. And I see myself feeling these ways, and I think: this must be how these people who voted for 45 felt about Obama. And how can we get over this? How can we empathize and agree and get anything done?
I don’t know. And it paralyzes me.

I wasn’t at the women’s march. Joe and I went away for the weekend of the inauguration so I could hide. I needed to escape reality. I couldn’t handle it. I wasn’t strong enough. I’m embarrassed.

We rented a cottage in Galena and hid. I was a coward. It was what I needed, but I was a coward. So there’s no picture of me in a pink hat. I don’t have a witty, battered cardboard sign in my basement.

But I donated to the ACLU. I called my representatives when refugees were being blocked from meeting up with their families, when healthcare for millions was on the table, when NetNeutrality faced another close call. I fought, but I hid. My voice was quiet. But it wasn’t silent.

I don’t want to be quiet anymore.

Like Jackson’s brother Bo (Nick Offerman pre-Parks & Rec!), “Satan can kiss my ass” and so can racists, Nazis, and the president.




Songs that make me feel feelings

One of my favorite quotes about music is from Jim DeRogatis

“How do those of us who love music interact with it in real life? We sit on the couch and blast the stuff on the stereo, trying to convince each other that the music we love is something that our friends need in their lives too.”

Sometimes when you love a song and you show it to someone else they’ll think it’s OK but they won’t get it in the way that you do. Music is personal. Sharing music with others puts you in a vulnerable position – especially when you’re judgmental and you’ve disliked songs others have shared with you before. But there are also times when you hear something that a friend shows you and you end up liking it too and you form a bond because of it.

And that’s why we share music – because the risk is worth the reward.

So here I am sharing music, as I’ve done a million times before. This time it’s a collection of songs that make me feel feelings. They’re not necessarily my favorite songs, but they evoke emotion. Most songs make me feel, but these make me feel feelings. You know those songs that give you goose bumps or take you somewhere else? These are mine.

Links are direct to Spotify and Youtube. Enjoy my TV references and overuse of the word honestly.

“Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground” The White Stripes [Spotify / Youtube]

One of my most vivid music-related memories was when this song came out. I think I heard it on the radio (WKQX/Q101 in its prime) and I remember I was standing in my room, my speakers turned almost all the way up and I heard the feedback screech and the first chord and it just hit me like a ton of bricks. Something about the sound and how loud it is and how raw the recording is struck me deep in my soul. I had never loved a song as much as I loved this one. It was the first time in my life that I had an immediate and powerful emotional reaction to a song. It caught me by surprise – I got to listen to it for the first time without any expectations. To this day I get that same elation from my gut to the top of my head – a blissful swelling in my heart. This is also why I chose to walk down the aisle to this song. Everyone thought I was crazy, but on my wedding day, as I was walking towards the love of my life, I got to hear my favorite song and feel every possible positive feeling. To me it’s what love feels like.

“Do You Feel It?” Chaos Chaos [Spotify / YouTube]

This is a more recent discovery for me and it’s all because of a cartoon. I’m not kidding. One of the most emotional moments I’ve experienced in a TV show is when this song is playing at the end of season 2 episode 3 of Rick & Morty. It gets me every time. Do yourself a favor and watch that episode. Actually watch the whole series – it’s fantastic. There’s something special about the simplicity of the piano and the beat and how it builds. Maybe it’s only good after seeing that episode, but I really like this song. It makes me feel sad and happy all at once.

“Needle in the Hay”  [Spotify / YouTubeand “Between the Bars”  [Spotify / YouTubeElliot Smith

I’ll be honest – I was not into Elliot Smith when I first heard him. I think I was just in the wrong time in my life to appreciate him, but later, after watching The Royal Tenenbaums a bunch (that scene with Luke Wilson in the bathroom, ugh) I started to get it. After I started to like Needle in the Hay, I sought out more of Elliot Smith’s music. Of course he was already dead by then. But both of these songs are treasures. When you need a good cry, these songs on some headphones are the best thing. Also another Rick and Morty reference: this song is a perfect part of a joke in one of my favorite moments from the Tiny Rick episode. For those who don’t know: Rick is Summer and Morty’s grandpa and he’s a scientist and in this episode he has transmitted his consciousness into a younger version of his body and they call him Tiny Rick. He has a blast connecting with his grandkids but his teenager brain doesn’t think about consequences, so he doesn’t want to leave the younger body, but Morty and Summer know that he has to go back to his old man body, otherwise he’ll die. Summer uses Between the Bars to get Tiny Rick to stop wanting to be a teenager – it’s a perfect scene (watch it here!).

“Modern World” Wolf Parade [Spotify / YouTube]

This whole album by Wolf Parade was on repeat on my iPod Micro (light blue chrome – hell yeah) when I was in late high school. Specifically, I think it was the summer between junior and senior year that I listened to it a lot. I can pinpoint exactly what I love so much about this song: the bridge. It makes the hairs on my arms stand up (it’s around 1:23). I always turn it up at that point and can’t help singing along. It reminds me of carefree summers, driving around downtown Wheaton with my friends, going to get coffee and loiter around in the sunshine. A short and sweet little nugget of a song.

“My Last Hostage”  [Spotify / YouTubeand “Muscle Cars”  [Spotify / YouTubeThe Life and Times 

Whenever I’ve written about The Life and Times, I always reference My Last Hostage as being the track that got me hooked on them. It’s true. The crashy symbols, the dreamy vocals, the overall shoegaze-y feel. I love it. It’s catchy and unique. It took me longer to get into Muscle Cars, because honestly, I don’t like slow songs very much (ha! what is this playlist?). Once I saw it live though, it took on a whole other place in my world. If you get the chance to see The Life and Times live, do it. These songs will shake you down to your bones.

“Trailer Trash” Modest Mouse [Spotify / YouTube]

Listening to Modest Mouse takes me back to a specific point in time – when I was around 17 years old. A lot happened that year. I was starting to figure out who I thought I was. I began defecting from a lot of my past tastes. Discovering Modest Mouse through my friends and my job at the time was a turning point in my teenage identity phase (lol that was short lived). Even though they’re not on my day-to-day rotation anymore I still have a lot of nostalgia for Modest Mouse. It was hard to pick just one Modest Mouse song, but this one was usually at the top of my track order. It’s long, but worth every minute.

“Welcome Home, Son” Radical Face [Spotify / YouTube]

This is a song that I feel like would be on most people’s version of this list. I remember when it came out thinking that it was really special. I remember what the MySpace page looked like and everything. It didn’t take long for it to get old and the sound to become common, but I remember the first time I heard it build and fall – I was completely swept up in it. If I close my eyes when I listen to this song, I imagine myself riding in a car with the windows down on a sunny day passing by a forested area on a windy road. Today, Radical Face falls in the realm of “hipster nonsense” (thanks, Liz Lemon) but back then it was fresh and I was into it.

“Unaccompanied Cello Suite” Bach (performed by Yo-Yo Ma) [Spotify / YouTube]

The unaccompanied cello suite is one of the best Bach pieces ever. That’s my opinion, but it’s also in a lot of commercials and TV shows and movies, so I think it’s a safe bet to say that with confidence. Anyway, I played the cello for a few years, so I love cello-forward pieces. There’s no way I could’ve ever played this song unless I took on a different personality and was able to concentrate long enough to put in the hours to master it, but it’s definitely one of my favorite pieces of music. It also corresponds to a pivotal scene in The West Wing (another one of my favorite TV shows) so that just adds to the feelings. I like to close my eyes when I listen to it to really get wrapped up in how beautiful it is.

“Where Is My Mind?” Pixies [Spotify / YouTube]

Another song that’s probably on everyone’s list. Overplayed by anyone who has seen Fight Club and covered by every band ever. But I can’t deny that it still makes me feel feelings, even after all the exposure. Makes me want to get out my flannel and converse and hang out in a garage. I imagine everyone has a specific memory tied to this song too.

“All They Ever Do is Talk” Earlimart [Spotify / YouTube]

This song was also a TV discovery for me (you’re seeing a theme here), this time from Veronica Mars. I’ve watched the series at least five times all the way through, but I didn’t vibe on this song until the one of the last times I went through it. It’s a short scene and the music makes it much more powerful and it reminds me of other shoegaze songs that I like. As soon as I found out what it was, I listened to it over and over and it grew to be one of my go-tos for this type of playlist. It goes into my “rainy day drone-y stuff” playlist too, but it’s certainly a feelings-heavy song.

“Audience No. 2” Autolux [Spotify / YouTube]

Usually I’d say my favorite Autolux song is Turnstyle Blues or Blanket, but this isn’t a list of my favorite Autolux songs, this is a list of songs that make me feel feelings. When I first heard this song, it was the single from their first album in eight years. Fantastic Planet changed my life in its own way, and Transit Transit as an album is good, but Audience No. 2 on its own affected me more than both combined. It was the end of the summer before my first year of college. As soon as I heard it I was overcome. I had just moved to Chicago and it was the first time in my life I was living on my own. I had two roommates from high school who -it shortly became apparent- did not have anywhere near the mindset I did in the real world. Pretty soon it was like we were on different planets. I hadn’t felt that alone before, and this song felt like what the inside of my head sounded like. Dark and dreary, reality sinking in. But along with the deep drums and solemn chords, “suddenly I’m alright” became my own little anthem. It was there for me through my independence-developing, non-fake emotional stage — and thank god that only lasted a few months. I was on my feet eventually and moved on, but this song reminds me of the times that I wasn’t.

“If I Could Write”  [Spotify / YouTubeand “Reflecting Light”  [Spotify / YouTubeSam Phillips

These two songs are only important to me because of my favorite show of all time: Gilmore Girls. Two key scenes happen during these songs. Technically three now, since the Netflix revival. In case you didn’t know, Sam Phillips is the creator of the famous “la la la la la” bits throughout Gilmore Girls. I’ve liked If I Could Write for a while, it’s a beautiful song, but the scene where Rory is leaving for Europe is just perfect for it. Female acoustic acts can get a little boring, but I love a good subtle revenge anthem and this borders on that. Reflecting Light is special — it’s the first song Lorelai and Luke dance to, but since seeing the revival it nearly makes me burst into tears. It’s silly to feel so strongly for a fictional world but Gilmore Girls got me through so much and it holds a special place in my heart. Both of these songs are big emotional gets for me, even if they’re not usually the kind of music I listen to.

“Bradenburg Concerto No. 3 in G Major” Bach [Spotify / YouTube]

My favorite Brandenburg Concerto: mainly for its cello part and how jaunty it is! When I was learning to play the cello this was one of the pieces we played in the school orchestra, and I had a really hard time with a certain measure of it. My (very very patient) cello tutor tried her best to get me to be able to play it, but I struggled, so she took my printed sheet music and wrote “section fudge pie” across the top of that measure to make it less scary. She told me to practice it over and over until I got section fudge pie right. So I went home and played that measure over and over and over until my arms and head hurt, but eventually, I got it. I had never worked on anything that hard in my life. To this day that measure symbolizes determination to me — even though I ended up messing it up when we played it in the school concert (but I’m pretty sure no one noticed since I was like last chair) I knew I had mastered it on my own and that was enough. I’d like to get it tattooed on me some day.

“I Can’t Wait” Star and Micey [Spotify / YouTube]

There’s something about stomps and claps that make a song feel more alive. This one has both, and the chorus is super catchy. Disclaimer: I know this band personally, but they’re so fantastic, I can’t not include them. I know enough bands IRL to make another post about them – but this is the only one I’ll add here because they’re the only ones on Spotify and I don’t want to discredit myself by stacking my blog with endorsements 🙂  but honestly, this song is so full of life and all of the reasons people like music. It makes us happy. It’s fun. This song is pure fun.

“Birdhouse in Your Soul” They Might Be Giants [Spotify / YouTube]

This song is important to me because I was almost born to it! The album Flood had just come out and as my mom was preparing for my due date, she picked it to bring with her to the hospital. I don’t know if they actually did bring it but didn’t listen to it or if they forgot it, but I still feel very connected to it. Knowing this about Birdhouse in Your Soul makes me feel like it was written for me — which is impossible, but this list is about how things *feel*. Plus it’s an upper and that’s important in a playlist full of emotional tracks. It felt appropriate to end on a high note.

Getting weird looks for laughing in public: a list of my favorite memoirs by funny women

If you enjoy a good book and a good laugh, the kind that gets you looks from strangers when reading in public – this is for you!

In the past seven or eight years I’ve gotten into reading books by female comedians, usually memoirs. Much like the list of thrillers from my last book post, this is a themed list of reviews.

As you may know, I read on the train during my commute every day. It’s about 40-45 minutes, twice a day, where I get to sit in the quiet car and read. The quiet car is the designated car on the Metra that doesn’t allow talking – in fact, the rare noisy passengers get death-stares from those too timid to say something or are strongly told off, shushed, or asked to leave by the brave defenders. It is almost always blissfully quiet and the perfect environment for reading.

I usually try to rotate my books by genre so I don’t get too bogged down by thrillers, fantasy, sci-fi or dystopian young adult series, and when I need a complete shift I like to pick up a funny book. Sometimes I can keep the giggles to myself, or it’s the kind of funny that’s like “ha!” in your head and not the out-loud kind of laughter. But sometimes a book will be so funny that my stomach will hurt from trying to stifle my chuckles. I’ll be on the verge of tears and need to take a breather to try and stop myself from snorting. Those are the books that are rated 5/5 – that I couldn’t read on the train.


I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley


If you have a short attention span or are frequently interrupted while reading, this is a great place to start. I Was Told There’d Be Cake is a series of short essays about the author’s experiences living in New York, starting out on her own, and some random thoughts and anecdotes that come together seamlessly. Not only is Sloane Crosley an excellent writer and immensely funny, she’s also intimate and indiscrete. She’s the voice inside your head when you’re obsessing over bits from your past, only slightly less self-deprecating and much wittier. I found it relatable, honest, and at times a little crude (in a good way). It’s refreshing and full of almost-in-tears laughter. Do not read in public.


Bossypants by Tina Fey


I feel like everyone read this when it came out in 2011, but in case you were living under a rock or were waiting until the hype died down and then never got around to it, I highly recommend picking up Bossypants. It’s exactly what you’d expect from Fey: a funny, off-kilter collection of stories from her life and career, sprinkled with a few touching moments and life lessons, observations and sincerity. Probably wouldn’t get kicked off the quiet car – has many very funny moments, but it’s safe to read in public.


Yes, Please by Amy Poehler


Looking for a similar vibe to her BFF’s memoir, I picked up Yes, Please as soon as it came out. I was slightly disappointed though, since it seemed like the whole book was about how hard it was to write the book. It felt a little unfinished and some of it was too meta, but learning about Amy’s life was so much fun. Usually I don’t like getting life advice directly from books, as it can make the author seem pretentious, but I didn’t mind it from Amy. She doesn’t brag or boast. She’s honest and genuine. One of my favorite bits was this: “You do it because the doing of it is the thing. The doing is the thing. The talking and worrying and thinking is not the thing.” Even though parts of it felt padded, there were enough bright spots to save it and it was still an enjoyable read. Safe to read in public, and I recommend picking it up.


Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson


Honestly, I didn’t know who Jenny Lawson, AKA The Bloggess, was before picking up this book, but after my mom recommended it and I skimmed the back cover, I knew I had to read it. I’m having trouble finding a way to describe how funny this book is or compare it to anything. Lawson’s life is pure comedy with steadying bits of humility. Her deadpan style and incomparable quirk left me nearly in tears throughout. I would have to stop reading to catch my breath from laughing too hard (this was when I was alone – I quickly learned not to take this book on the train otherwise I’d disturb the other passengers). I can’t recommend this book enough – it’s both very weird and very charming. Definitely get it if you’re in need of a good laugh. Read at home and try not to drink anything (for risk of it coming out of your nose).


The Bedwetter by Sarah Silverman


I’ve always been a fan of Sarah Silverman, but I understand that she can be a little too much for some people. I believe though, that this book would be enjoyable even for people who aren’t as into her brand of humor. She’s able to make fun of herself and reveal more serious aspects of her life, including her struggles with anxiety and depression. But she does it with honesty and class and without making you feel sorry for her. It has both highs and lows and is packed with candid memories, silly encounters and corresponding photos. I didn’t read this one in public coincidentally (I think it was over a summer or holiday break during college), but I’d be cautious since it has a lot of laughs.


Girl Walks Into a Bar by Rachel Dratch


Because I read Fey and Poehler’s books, I felt it was only right to read Dratch’s as well. It dives into her time at SNL, but is also sprinkled with early life and current stories. This book is short and entertaining, definitely on-par with others like it but with a more refreshing point of view. Not having known much about her going into it, I ended up not only feeling like I got to know Dratch, but also wanting to know more. It was interesting seeing her side of her career and how it compares to those of her peers. Feel free to read in public, but get ready to stifle a giggle here and there.


Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me by Mindy Kaling


I read the majority of Kaling’s book on a Megabus to Minneapolis to spend a week with my best friend Roz over winter break my junior year of college. Not known for being a quiet environment, it wouldn’t have mattered if I’d laughed aloud either way. Though humorous and fun, this book was not my favorite. I really liked the parts about her early life and family, but the bits where’s she’d jump into giving advice felt a little unwarranted. Compared to others, the book came off as kind of self-serving. I haven’t read her second book, but I’d hope it to be more grounded. Worth reading, but not life-changing.


Scrappy Little Nobody by Anna Kendrick


Kendrick is charming and forthright in this short and sweet memoir. I found myself relating to her quite a bit, which made it even more enjoyable. I loved her insights into life as a celebrity and how she keeps herself steady, as well as her background in acting and how she rose to fame. It’s a fast read with really funny moments and good storytelling. Kendrick’s short, almost Mitch Hedberg-like one-liners and set-ups are flawless. I found myself laughing aloud often, so think twice before taking this book out and about.


Talking As Fast As I Can by Lauren Graham 


It’s hard to accurately summarize what the show Gilmore Girls means to me, so just know that it’s my favorite of all time and it’s my go-to comfort show. I watch at least part of an episode almost every single day (usually before bed), and have most of it memorized. Graham’s character had a huge impact on my life and while it’s nice that she’s similar to Lorelai in a lot of ways, I’m glad she’s also different and that both come out in her writing. I read Graham’s novel, Someday, Someday Maybe and really enjoyed it. It was well-written and fun. Since it was loosely based on her early life as an actress, I had some insight going into Talking As Fast As I Can. I’ve also read a lot of interviews with her over the years. But the most interesting parts were the things I didn’t know – like that she spent a large part of her childhood living on a houseboat and that she always dreamed of having her picture on the wall of the first theatre company she was part of. The best parts of the whole book (as a diehard Gilmore fan) though, were her reflections re-watching the series and the section from her diary during the filming of the Netflix reboot. Graham is witty and charming and gives fans exactly what they want. Safe to read in public and immensely enjoyable for fellow Stars Hollow residents.

Resurrecting this for now

I made this blog a long time ago. Since I’m not good at keeping up with blogging, I quickly stopped using it, but now I’d like to see if I can resurrect it.

Some of it will probably be lists. I plan on throwing in some recipes now that I’ve been cooking more and we have slightly weird dietary restrictions (I am vegetarian and my husband is lactose-intolerant). I have a beer blog that I need to work more on too, but sometimes I have an idea for a post that wouldn’t fit there so I’m hoping to put that stuff here.

Enjoy my run-on sentences, hyphenated words, em dashes and overuse of parentheses!


An ongoing list of my least favorite phrases

1. “Wow factor”

2. “Online website”

3. “I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired”

4. “It is what it is”

more to come as I think of/experience them