The title's reference is from here. If you're a fan, allow me to welcome you into my heart forever. If you're a superfan, allow me to move in with you because we're officially besties. It's been a while, hasn't it, since we chatted? And I'd like to imagine that my readers are in a wooded …
Cake.
Either way: a win-win. (Which one are you? Pessimist or Optimist? Assuage my curiosity and tell me in the comments, won't you?)
How to Survive a Blizzard.
Last Friday, I imagine that a team of meteorologists high-fived each other and whooped giddily into the night. Why? Because all the forecasts and "models" were proven true: a blizzard was expected, and a blizzard came. For the past five days, most of us in the East Coast and Mid-Atlantic have been holed up in …
things i currently need #7
There's a blizzard a-comin'. My metropolitan area and the rest of the East Coast is expected to receive more than 24 inches of snow starting tomorrow. So without further ado, here's what I currently need: You, Seychelles. I need you. And you, too, Santorini. Let's not forget about you, my dear Maldives. What was that, my sweet Santorini? …
Several Things This Square Peg is Not Here For.
(See my mother's list here.) Passive-aggressiveness. Choose a side and we shall deal accordingly. But you can't be both. I won't allow it in my presence. Rudeness. A door shouldn't shut in my face because you failed to hold it open for me when I was behind you. Wrong on so, so many levels. Men who …
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shopgirl?
I don't know what it is about entering a store and looking through racks of clothes and trying them on that fills me with pre-root canal-esque queasiness, fear, and disdain. Most of my friends hear my "I detest shopping" complaint and are shocked that my recent weight loss didn't translate into a complete change in mindset, …
A Conversation.
December: So you're really killing 'em, huh? 16 degrees? January: Please. After that 75 degree mumbo jumbo you were pulling, I had to remind those chumps that we're in winter. December: Sheesh. Calm down. January: Don't tell me to calm down. You had people wearing shorts in wintertime. Shorts! I mean, are you kidding me? …
“…the thief of joy.”
For the first official post of 2016, I wanted to highlight something I feel very strongly about. As an adolescent, as a teenager, as a young woman, I suffered from an insidious type of thievery: comparing myself to others. It was a sickness. I even, at times, compared myself to myself. As in sizing myself up and …
Rallying.
In high school, I loved pep rallies. There was something electric about all of us gathered in the gym, screaming for the basketball team or the football team and the loud music and the cheerleaders and all of that. Never mind that in four years of high school (and college, too), I never attended one …
The Mild African Woman.
My name is This Square Peg, I am an African Woman, and I cannot eat spicy foods. {Moment of silence} It's weird, right? That when I eat anything spicy I see my life flashing before my eyes? It's been like this since I was a wee lass. (Apparently, I'm also Irish.) I have memories of my …
This Square Peg. 