Permanent

My little tattoo was like a marker for this time in my life. A little flag planted in the ground of my thirty-third year.

Hacked

I felt like a junkie who couldn’t get her fix. As my withdrawal deepened, I tried to tell myself I didn’t care. Maybe this was my wake up call. Maybe I’d be one of those people who didn’t have a personal Facebook account – like Barack Obama or my dad.

America

Lately I’ve seen things like this circling around. Articles/tweets/memes (God help us, the memes!) that try to draw a partisan line between things that are non-partisan. As if we don’t already have enough division. Despite the obvious harm this is doing to our country, the rhetoric continues to grow – feeding off clicks and likes and shares.

A Whole New World

I should have been going out every night, taking shots, standing on tables and screaming, “I’m a TV writer!!” until they kicked me out and banned me from ever coming back.Instead I was moping around the house in my polka dot pajamas.

A Response

To me, it felt like you read a piece about a woman struggling to start a family - longing for children - instead of showing compassion, you told her what she was doing wrong. 

No Pain, No Gain, No Baby

I always considered freezing your eggs something women did so they wouldn’t feel pressured by their biological clock while they were advancing their careers or vacationing in Mazatlan. 

Sweaty

To me, this is more than a job. It’s the reason I left my family and friends to move to LA. It’s why I worked three jobs and once sold my bike to pay my rent

Freaking Out

Democrat or Republican, alt-left or alt-right, I think we can agree that the recent news cycle has been like riding an old, rickety roller coaster you’re sure is going to come apart at any moment.

March

The activist in me swelled with pride. The introvert in me wanted to curl up in a ball and scream, “Stop touching me!!”

Thankful

This Thanksgiving I wanted to make it special. I wanted to take on the impossible task of filling the giant, Spanish-speaking, long-story-telling gap Ron left at our table.

I'm Awake Now

All I know is that after the election results, I engaged in my first ever Facebook fight and buried myself in bed with a bottle of wine to binge watch “The Crown.”

Playing Like A Girl

I once pasted an ad from a clothing magazine into my scrapbook that said “When I Grow Up, I’m Going To Be President And My Husband’s Going To Be First Man.”

New Car, Old Mess

Jason often mentions that my anxiety might lessen if I lived in a more “peaceful” environment. I often mention that I don’t like it when he tells me what to do.