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
I’m an atheist. Sort of. I don’t believe in religion. I don’t believe in God in the “traditional” sense. I’m sure there’s a higher being/power/what have you somewhere out there. I think it’s rather narcissistic to genuinely believe that humans are the end-all be-all. That we’re it, we’re the best there is. I mean, have… Continue reading An Atheist on the Power of God
I leave early. It’s just something I do. When it comes to large social events, rendezvous, and overall gatherings, I am most always late to arrive and quite often the first to leave. It’s not a grand exit or anything; in fact, it most closely resembles a sort of Irish Goodbye, if you will. I… Continue reading I’m 25 Now, Maybe I’ll Stay A While
Let’s just dive right into it. The Holiday Season was a glorified dodgeball tournament. Target: Me. Object of Choice: Question. The inquiry, of course: “So, do you have a boyfriend?” Go back to your pumpkin pie, kids, Mama’s got this one. No, I don’t have a boyfriend. And before you say the thing about me… Continue reading The Beauty of Not Being in Love
Okay, boys. We need to talk. The four scariest words a woman can possibly utter in your direction. But it’s time. It’s time for a chat. We’re living in a weirdass time right now. Politically, socially—shit is upside down. Our pussy-grabbing president is being accused of having a sleepover with Russia. Women have been marching… Continue reading Masculinity, The Bachelor, and a Few Golics
In middle school, we had this absolutely brilliant history and religion teacher. I mean, she was the bee’s fricken knees. You’d sit in her class and actually, like, listen. You’d actually care about the subject matter. Wild, right? I can vividly remember sitting in her history class learning about slavery and the roots of racism… Continue reading Thank you, Mr. Trump
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
Just a fair warning here, folks. I’ve written a lot of pretty intense things on this here blog of mine. Some funny shit, too, but nonetheless. I’ve set the intensity bar pretty high. But this…this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. Eleanor Roosevelt once said that “no one can make you feel… Continue reading A Suicide Note Turned Love Letter
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
Are You Calling Me Fat? 