I want to preface this post with three things: I HATE award shows. I dislike the concept of 'celebrity' so much that I can't type it without using quotation marks. I tend to find Miley Cyrus annoying, but not any more so than most teenagers and young adults (almost 10 years overseeing a college student … Continue reading Don’t we have anything better to talk about?
Paints, Clay, Wine & Friends: A week of accidental art therapy
While I consider myself creative, I don't consider myself to be artistic. That is unless you count the use of words to draw a picture, which I think I can do. As a child I envied kids who could draw a house that consisted of more than a triangle over a rectangle, topped with a … Continue reading Paints, Clay, Wine & Friends: A week of accidental art therapy
Life is a lesson: 5 things I learned last week
Performance Art I've seen some performance art. Not a lot, but some, and I finally have to confess that I don't get it. After attending the Outside In Exhibition on Friday at the National Museum of Mexican Arts (I highly recommend it), my friends and I headed to the Pilsen Art Walk for the Chicago Art District's, … Continue reading Life is a lesson: 5 things I learned last week
10 awesome things to do on a date with yourself
One of my favorite Sex and the City episodes is the one when Carrie decides she’s dating New York City or, truth be told, dating herself. She does fabulous NYC-type things in her designer duds and it all looks amazing. In one scene, she gets caught in the rain and is offered sheltered under a … Continue reading 10 awesome things to do on a date with yourself
I don’t live in yesterdays because I know how they end
I remember your last goodbye. The day you told me that we should cease to be. My mind wanted to be brave and accept your wish without question, but my heart didn’t understand and forced my lips to ask you why. “It’s time,” you said. “We’ve outgrown what little we were and I don’t feel … Continue reading I don’t live in yesterdays because I know how they end
Breaking up with Vanity
I suppose that vanity has been my friend since childhood. I don't necessarily remember the start of our relationship, but I'm told countless stories about how, in spite of my crippling shyness, I would visit my neighbors in Puerto Rico in whatever new dress or outfit I had at the moment, simply to tell them "Me … Continue reading Breaking up with Vanity
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