A father gives his daughter a piggy back ride.
Musings

I Don’t Fear the Dentist, Dad Jokes Are Another Story

I've never been afraid of the dentist. Growing up, whenever someone asked me which I preferred between a trip to the doctor or a trip to the dentist (which happened quite often for some reason) I always told them dentist. They would always prefer the doctor which made no sense to me because doctors give… Continue reading I Don’t Fear the Dentist, Dad Jokes Are Another Story

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Musings

Losing God in a House of Prayer

I was brought up in a Christian church, so from a young age, my Sundays revolved around a belief in God that I didn’t question. Every summer, I would go away to a religious camp for one week in July. It was there I that felt closest to God, and it was there I discovered… Continue reading Losing God in a House of Prayer

The cover for Highly Suspect's "The Boy Who Died Wolf."
Book Reviews

The Boy Who Died Wolf by Highly Suspect

The Boy Who Died Wolf is an album I didn't know I needed. It was something necessary to fill an empty void in my soul. Now, it's as crucial to my being as oxygen. Without this album, surely I would perish. As of late, my go-to band has been Highly Suspect. And it's no wonder… Continue reading The Boy Who Died Wolf by Highly Suspect

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My First (and Last) Attempt at Sports

When I was in fifth grade, I played a season of softball. I had never played any sports before then and I showed no interest in them, either. I enjoyed running, but I hardly had any softball experience. After little deliberation, (because I was a brash, I'm-doing-this-try-and-stop-me kind of kid) I decided softball was going… Continue reading My First (and Last) Attempt at Sports

Cover of Girls Made of Snow and Glass
Book Reviews

Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust

I read the inside cover of this book before passing judgement on the cover itself. I'd been burned before. The synopsis stated that the pages within held "a feminist story," which was something I could get behind. I was so eager to read about two badass babes taking over a kingdom. Summary Lynet is a… Continue reading Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust

Musings

Cold-Blooded Interview

If I thought my chances of getting this internship were good prior to this phone call, I have lost the will to live since hanging up the phone. I had practiced for this interview. I memorized my top three strengths and weaknesses, why I was a good fit for the job, and I was ready… Continue reading Cold-Blooded Interview

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Backhanded Compliments

I was working the arduous Saturday shift at my library when they walked in: a little girl, a tween, and the woman I assume was their caretaker. They were ready to check out some fine literature when the little girl struck up a conversation with me. And then she told me I was pretty. I… Continue reading Backhanded Compliments

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Feminism Doesn’t Hate All Men, It Empowers All Women

Feminism. Noun. The advocacy of women's rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes (Oxford Dictionaries). I used to be ashamed of the word "feminism." I thought when women claimed to be feminists, it implied that they were crazy man-haters. They did nothing but scream in shrill voices about how all men are… Continue reading Feminism Doesn’t Hate All Men, It Empowers All Women

A word cloud of anger
Musings

Are the Little Monsters Back in School Yet? A Christmas Break Rant

My job at the library requires me to answer the phone. Usually, when I pick up, someone wants to renew their books, ask if we have a specific book, or inquire about something that could easily be found on our website. Once in a while, I get a wrong number or someone I don't understand,… Continue reading Are the Little Monsters Back in School Yet? A Christmas Break Rant

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This is How I Die

I looked around frantically with tears in my eyes. There was no one around to help me. I was going to have to do this alone. I looked in front of me. I begged them not to do it. It was to no avail. They pulled back their arm and let the ball fly. I… Continue reading This is How I Die