Why I Don’t Blame The Cool Kids The other day a colleague of mine and I were talking about our high school days. “Were you cool back in the day?” I asked her. “I was an outcast. People did not like me. You?” Laughing, “I wasn’t considered cool either.” For context, my friend is gorgeous.... Continue Reading →

  If you have been to a bar recently, you most likely have seen an area of the place designated to pull-tabs. Pull-tabs, for those who aren’t aware of what I’m talking about, are tiny, square-shaped tickets with cheesy decorum on the front side, and three flaps on the back side that people pull, (hence... Continue Reading →

  There was a time I was perceived as too skinny. To many, this might seem comical. Yet there I was, as an eight grader, standing in a waterpark in Coon Rapids being berated for my body. “Dude, are you anorexic?” was one of the rude and hurtful sentiments purported to me. This question, by... Continue Reading →