Sam Went To Scotland (And Became A Tourist Attraction)

During my MFA program, I studied abroad in Scotland during the summer of 2017. I had never been out of the country and was ready to learn about the Scottish culture, rich history, climb an extinct volcano to Arthur’s Seat and basically be a tourist while exploring the castles and haunted dungeons. I was fortunateContinue reading “Sam Went To Scotland (And Became A Tourist Attraction)”

When Interviews Aren’t Stressful Enough…

As a writer, I tend to be a little (very) introverted. I also like to (LOVE TO) overthink. So, put all of that together, it’s pretty obvious that stressful situations such as – oh, let’s say job interviews – aren’t my cup of tea (actually, I don’t know anyone who likes them. Does anyone?). WithContinue reading “When Interviews Aren’t Stressful Enough…”

Packing For Disney

(When Queen Elsa Is Visiting Florida) I took a three-day trip to Disney during a pretty harsh cold snap – which meant packing some extra clothes. I tend over-pack for trips – I mean, what if, for some reason, I spill something on myself everyday? I’ll need a replacement shirt, a shirt for various occasions,Continue reading “Packing For Disney”

Hey, Princess!

So, who doesn’t hate their hair for at least half of their life? I’m a ginger. A good chunk of me comes from Scotland, Ireland, and England, so I was “cursed” with large, curly hair. Until recently, I thought I had vibes closer to those of an evil, crazed Azkaban escapee (Helena Bonham Carter wasContinue reading “Hey, Princess!”

Wisdom Teeth Don’t Deserve Their Name

It’s kind of like a right of passage – like doing taxes or sitting at the DMV for five hours on a Saturday. Once you find yourself wasting a perfectly good day off doing something less interesting than watching your nails grow, you’re basically a real adult. Congratulations. Well, after getting your wisdom teeth rippedContinue reading “Wisdom Teeth Don’t Deserve Their Name”

The Cyst-er: Emma’s Wrath

We last left my pal Rebecca cyst-er-less. Her future looked bright. She was back to being an only child – at least, she hoped. Although trembling from fear and adrenaline after the extraction, she was ready to shed her “hospital” gown and pull on her flannel shirt (which took a solid five minutes, thanks toContinue reading “The Cyst-er: Emma’s Wrath”

Oh Florida: Gators

I’m used to having Bambie and Thumper running around my yard. Maybe having the occasional wild turkey teasing us by making an appearance on our deck the week before Thanksgiving. What I’m not used to are the gators chilling in our pond and the birds that can practically eat me whole. See, it goes withoutContinue reading “Oh Florida: Gators”