Puppies are cute. Babies are cute. The way my husband once tried to trick me by insisting the vanilla side of a black & white cookie was the best part just so I’d let him eat all of the chocolate, was sort of cute. But being called “cute” in a...
(This article is provided by guest writer and Commander-in-She summer intern Ellie Powers). If anyone had asked me earlier this year what I thought Senior year would look like, I’d probably have given some vague response like, “Oh, I don’t know, hopefully good,” when...
This article is provided by guest writer and winter/spring semester Commander-in-She intern, Thy Pham. April tends to be the slowest month for me. Whereas January, February, and March would disappear in a blink, April stays behind...
It’s an unseasonably cool night in May and I find myself at home, alone, with nothing to do. That’s right. Nothing to do! (This must be a fantasy story, you think. Who has nothing to do?) On this particular night, both kids were out of the house, the dog had...
That was me, late last week, quietly sobbing in my front yard and talking to my tree. Whoa, lady, whatcha doing? That’s weird. Stick with me for a minute… So, there I am, in the early morning hours, telling my tree it would be OK. I would take care of her....
I love my clavicle. OK, I know it’s weird to love your collarbone, but I love mine. It’s why I prefer V-neck sweaters over crewnecks or turtlenecks. Those tend to make me look like a no-necked… turtle. There I go again, hating on myself. You see how...
