When I was younger, it was all the rage to have one of those frilly little mosquito nets over your bed. They turned an otherwise ordinary bed into this magical kingdom of fairy princess awesome-ness. I had one, the kind with the velvety white trim on the ends that I...
I started writing more poetry during the excruciatingly late nights in the news room. While I waited for edits, I brain barfed uncensored poetry into gmail drafts and lazily sent them off to friends and critics. Some are more eloquent than others, some more passionate than others. Some rhyme, most...
“Summertimeee and the livin’ is eeaazzyy..” Oh what a fantastic summer this has been. In a recent conversation with my mother, I said that my life is defined by my summers. I always have fantastic vacations, learning opportunities and personal growth. Honestly, I think oftentimes, I learn more during my...
Ever noticed that in email conversations, the responder tends to mimic the style of the initial email? They take note of whether the address was to a full name (i.e. Ms. Daniells) or first, they mimic the language and conversation style, they even often copy the salutation at the bottom...
As a person between the ages of 16 and 24, the question, “What are you studying?” is a given in almost any conversation. Though I’m proud to relay my commitment to journalism, I often have to deal with subsequent (unsolicited) opinions about how the media is ruining our society. And...
Please, fellow journalists, don’t take on the job of editor if you’re going to re-word my stuff and leave sentences incomplete. Especially when we were SUPPOSED to split the byline since I don’t actually live in Boston, so how could I interview students? Thanks for crediting me with your crappy...
You may have noticed from my Bucket List post that I’m a little behind on my driving… stuff. Technically, I was taught to drive by a boyfriend when I was 14. But I never really got around to getting my license (for a variety of reasons, all somewhere rooted in...
Here’s to you, old friend. Here’s to our mornings together Latte in hand, feet propped, reading. Here’s to my black-stained hands, my saliva fingers, Evidence of our daily love affair. Here’s to the quick, finite snip of scissors, My sad, hopeless attempt to keep you with me a little while...