“It’s not about you.”
I fucking hate it when people say that.  Because, while it may be true and healthy, it’s usually said to let someone know that their feelings are stupid.
“It’s not about you… it’s about me.”
That seems to be the unspoken clarifier.  Like, how dare you question how I am treating you or how [...]

I’m not perfect.
None of you are surprised to hear that, I know.  But my point is that not only am I not perfect, but I have no desire to appear perfect.  Not to you or anyone.
There’s too much pressure in perfection.  Besides, most people know it’s a lie, don’t they?  I know I have, at [...]

I try not to think about what I look like.
Instead, I tend to concentrate on how I feel.  When I’m laughing or talking or twirling, I feel happy.  I feel alive.  I feel brightly colored and twinkling and like joy itself in motion.  I let the emotions bubble up from my insides until I have [...]

I got my first serious boyfriend my sophomore year in highschool.    He became a part of my family, an integral part of my every day life.  After several months, I knew it would last forever.
We broke up two years later.
I remember when I tried to date new people afterwards what a struggle it was having [...]

I got knocked up about two months after my 19th birthday.
A year later, 9 years ago today, I was married.
When you find yourself pregnant, a mother, and a wife – in that order – you give up on some fantasies. You never have the surprise proposal on a weekend getaway, with the boyfriend whose [...]

Last Thursday night, I attended the Orlando TweetUp hosted by the Orlando Sentinel in… wait for it… Orlando.
Let me tell you about how I wanted to die.
First of all, thank GOD I was meeting Shash, Susan from EggMarketing and Melanie from ModernMami there. The three of them were the sum total of the group [...]

I do not run with the BlogHer crowd.
Most of you know this because you are my crowd and not of BlogHer. My Crowd attends gatherings with names like TequilaCon and post videos of ourselves doing body shots off one another’s labia.
We? Are the fucking party animals of the Internet, people.
And BlogHer? Well, [...]