sustainable systems & storytelling
"Do you have anything special planned?" A voice to my left inquired as we both plucked red-hued cards from the shelf and slipped them back into place, one by one. "No," I responded with a slight chuckle, "my boyfriend and I aren't big on the overly-commercialized holidays. We both appreciate a good card, though." The... Continue Reading →
There is a nasty bug traveling around in my neck of the woods and, for the first time in several years, I caught it. After twelve days of soothing my fever, snot, and persistent irritability, my boyfriend began began developing symptoms. Oops. We were both gifted the full post-Christmas shebang: fever, chills, sneezing, cough, sinus... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I met my hero. I left the house and my car kept pestering me with flashing lights and beeping sounds. Hey, you--your tire pressure is low, you should probably get it checked out. Hurried, frantic, and sniffling through a nasty cold, I searched for a gas station with an air pump. I found one,... Continue Reading →
Last weekend, my boyfriend and I went to a store that sells shelving, boxes, and lots of other exciting organizational paraphernalia. We asked the cashier whether a particular item was available in a particular color and the poor soul was so incredibly confused. After rephrasing our request five times, he called for backup. As we... Continue Reading →
We all have those days where we wake up on the wrong side of the bed, forget our best friend's birthday, and then are thrown under the bus by a coworker. Humans are sensitive creatures, so it's so easy to become overwhelmed and stressed out. As the day goes on, sometimes it may even feel as... Continue Reading →
My mother was the first to love me, cherishing my life and praying for my future well-being long before I had any sense of self-concept. As mothers do, she passed along her wisdom--the things she had learned in her 30, 40, and 50 years of life on earth. Her advice is, and always has been,... Continue Reading →
On a recent trip to the grocery store, I saw a disheveled man in the side of the road. He hung his head, covering the top inch or two of a sign reading: "Amputee. Anything helps." The skin on the man's face was worn and tired, and his knees had been replaced by mud-stained denim... Continue Reading →
