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How To Deal With The Isolation Of Invisible Illness

I'm currently sitting on a plane leaving sunny Houston for snowy Chicago. To my right, is a lady immersed in a riveting game of Candy Crush and currently paying $5.50 for a $.29 Cup of Noodles. Translation: she's paying $5.50 for styrofoam cup of freeze dried gluten, sodium, and chemicals mixed with hot, dirty airplane water.

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Dumb Things People Say When You Can't Have Kids

As with everything I write, this is unfortunately garnered from my actual experience. When I first started telling people what was going on, I was met with a buffet of unsolicited advice and insensitive comments about infertility - as outlined below.

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Thoughts On Infertility That Might Piss You Off

This is the continuation of my previous post Here's Why I Can't Have Kids. You Can Stop Asking Now. And you really need to read that if you're gonna read this. I don't ask much of you, so can you just not be the worst and read it already? 

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I Guess I'm Thirty-Three... Which Is Basically Forty.

So maybe I had a stage five freakout at the stroke of my thirtieth birthday, but after the swollen eyes and hysteria subsided, I was actually rather okay about leaving my 20s behind in the dusty cloud of uncertainty that they were. I had just gotten married and it seemed life was kind of coming together, not that I ever needed it to, but it was a nice surprise. I mean, for a surprise. Cus, eew.

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The Great Expectation: How To Not Settle For the Wrong Relationship

I was never the girl who had grand dreams about my wedding. There was that brief time in my early twenties where I was obsessed with bridal magazines, but judging by the accordion folders full of invitation samples, I think it was just more of an obsession with stationary. And markedly, the start of my fascination with fonts. 

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A Decade Of Failed Relationships: 3 Things You Can Learn From My Mistakes

I was born an innocent and trusting child. But somehow, somewhere, everything got all jacked up. And I don't have daddy issues. Or mommy issues. So you can shelve that hypothesis. As an eternal pessimist, I am particularly mesmerized by the messiness of life. And mine has been pretty messy. I

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