Oh, say can you see? By an Autumn Sunday’s sweet light? That’s right, my sweet petunias. Football season is poking her beautiful head back around that athletic corner. While we may be a devastating four months away from the real deal, in a mere few hours, sweet salvation shall come. Yes, that’s right, cupcakes: it’s… Continue reading The Real First Round: Second Edition
Adulthood Is Not Everything, Kitten I know you’re stoked about growing up and becoming a real human, but, pull up a seat and listen a pinch: it’s not what you think. Yes, you’re on your own. Yes, you can do whatever you want. But that’s the thing. You’re on your own. Mom and Dad aren’t… Continue reading Eight Pieces Of Wisdom From My 25-Year-Old Self To My 16-Year-Old Self
Leggings Are Pants Now, 2016 wasn’t necessarily the first year I made this discovery. Leggings have long been a staple on the Morgan Smith lower half. This was the year, though, that solidified my utmost commitment and allegiance to the undeniable fact that leggings are, in fact, pants. I can count on one hand the… Continue reading Eight Things I Learned In 2016
Notre Dame’s football season is over. Sweet Jesus, Glory be! The clouds have parted, the sun is shining, and the storm has passed. Oh, happy day! Today, I shan’t lament the goings on of what can truly only be described as the most agonizing three months of my markedly-shortened life. No, today, I’d like to… Continue reading The Making of a Broken Woman
Back in the day, me and the homeboys (neighbor children from our cul-de-sac) would regularly mount our hogs (10-speed bikes) and head out on the open road. Most days were your average 9-5. A ride through the hood, rinse and repeat. But once in a while, business—well, business got a little complicated. Some days it… Continue reading Life in the Hood Vs. Life in the ‘Gram
Bye Weeks Oh, Sweet Jesus, bye weeks. In many a football season, we dread the bye week, the loss of momentum. Saturday is the best day of the week for a reason—it’s gameday. But when you’re a 2-5 team under a coach whose face induces prolonged bouts of ire and vomit, gameday takes on a… Continue reading More Shit To Be Grateful For
Alright, guys, I’m back. Let’s do this. So, I went back home to Grand Rapids a few weeks back to visit my family and the like, and I’ve been a tad off ever since. Not as off as, say, a 2-4 Notre Dame football team (it’s fine, I’m fine, shoot me, I’m begging you), but… Continue reading Live, Laugh, Love–Yes, I Just Typed That
So, I just got back to Los Angeles after ten days back home. Well, back in Grand Rapids, I don’t think I can call it home anymore. Which was kind of a stark realization. I mean, this is the place I grew up. This is where I learned to walk, talk. Where I went to… Continue reading The Perks of Being Homeless
This past Sunday, I suffered a devastating, penetrating loss. In a game for the ages, Notre Dame came up three points short against the Longhorns of Texas. A double-overtime spectacle, the match was positively electric. But, alas, the Fighting Irish left the field with a big L. Just when one thinks one’s soul cannot get… Continue reading The Three Things You Need to Appropriately Mourn a Deep Loss
Gather around, baby kittens. Mama has some talkin’ to do. We have upon us the single greatest weekend of all weekends. The greatest day of all days. And, that, my dears, is GameDay. I dare you to name a day more ferociously energetic, more downright magical than the first Saturday of the college football season.… Continue reading IT’S HERE
Are You Calling Me Fat? 