The Woodlands Biotch

i read somewhere recently that in order to have a successful blog, a blogger should blog every day. they should write in the manner that’s most comfortable to them (for me, it’s a lot like how i speak). they should not concern themselves with whether or not the blog will bring them fame (i prefer [...]

when i first moved to the woodlands, it was a big deal to see the lighting of the doves. i remember the pagentry and festiveness of being amongst the crowd over by what is now a conglamoration of eateries by the mall and seeing santa parachute in thanksgiving night so that he could be in [...]

in my old life, i wasn’t in charge. i didn’t choose my friends, i didn’t choose where i went and when and with whom. and i had no privacy, either. what friends i had and what means of communication that were available to me where controlled and limited.
so i have a lot of sympathy for [...]

through a little bit of irony (and a lot of self-blame, really) i didn’t get to vote yesterday. not that i didn’t want to, but the odds were against it from the word go. in my rush this past year to sever all ties to my old life, i set myself up for denial at [...]

i can relate. mom says she’s open-minded, but – well… no. no, she’s not.
it's my vote and i'll go if i want to