Blue Autumn. (Blogtober #17)

I have no doubt that men go through the blues. Nevertheless, I feel that as women, our hormonal shifts and complicated emotions just put us through the ringer, sometimes on a daily basis. And by the blues, I mean days that you, as a woman, open your eyes and just see the universe covered in the blue of anger, the blue of loneliness, the blue of discouragement, of bills, of work, of traffic, of everything. blue2

For me, the past few autumn days have been nothing short of interesting. I’ve essentially been a functioning blue woman, caught inside intense emotions while I live my life. Moments where I recognize that if not for work or people or responsibilities or driving or life, I’d be covered in tears, clenched fists, and/or a few piercing screams. The causes aren’t necessarily important, but the solutions have indeed manifested themselves. Praying. Confiding in good friends. Breathing. Reflecting. Eating. Singing. Writing. With time, I’m confident that the corners of my blue will begin to yellow and will soon change color. But…I’m not ignorant to the fact that the blue will come back. It’s an endless cycle. It’s intrinsic that I pay attention to myself, noting when things change emotionally and readying myself for the blue that will surely come.

How do you deal with those seemingly infinite blue days?


Emerald City (Blogtober #16)

And so you chose Emerald City.
Who wouldn’t, really?
With its charming vistas and valleys and standalone Starbucks?
Lattés everywhere you turn
like a giant, dizzying field of poppies?
Here in Kansas,
what can I give you but
barbecues in Auntie Em’s backyard and lemonade stands
and endless, utter devotion?
No contest, really.
I offer stability, you want Technicolor.
Go in peace and no anger from me
on your way to Emerald City.

But if I were a different girl,
louder, perhaps,
I would stand on that ridiculous yellow road and call out your name,
scream your name so long and so loud that
I’d scare those silly monkeys right out of the sky, I swear.
I’d point out that Emerald City is just glass, honey, just plain glass and it breaks,
and it’s not me,
so choose me, choose me, choose me.

But I’m not that girl.
And here in Kansas, the autumn fields need tending
and I have to go.

The Fall Ruby Woo Rule. (Blogtober #15)

You know how much I love my MAC Ruby Woo lipstick. A reminder.

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It’s my go-to when I dress up and it’s also my burst of color for any casual outfit. I love it like crazy. But the thing is, I rarely wear my Ruby Woo when I head into the OK Corral, the 9-to-5, the day to day. One of my co-workers asked me if I even wear makeup. I was like, uh, yeah? But the question didn’t really surprise me: the fact is, I feel like this place doesn’t deserve me all made up, even if it’s just lipstick and some eye shadow. Kinda intense, right? I’ll tell you why: I feel like makeup is for having fun times, good times, dressy times, those sorts of things. Things that have nothing to do with reporting to the Man five days a week. It’s extreme, but it also underscores how I feel about this place. Sigh. Working on a better attitude in 5,4,3,2…Anyway, so I resist putting my “face” on when I come in. Sure, I wear lip gloss or even the Woo once in a blue moon, and I definitely don’t leave the house without my MAC Studio Fix powder plus foundation, but I largely steer clear of my favorite lipstick. But before you can shake your head and lecture me on the importance of looking good for myself, regardless of my environment, I have you beat. From now, I will Ruby Woo wherever I go. This includes the place of nightmares that I call work. What inspired me? My bestie. When we went to Vegas last week, I loved how, regardless of wherever we went, she put her lipstick on. This meant the grocery store, a donut run, so on and so forth. She was never without her lipstick. I thought that was awesome. It reminded me of what I said above: it’s for me. Doesn’t matter where I happen to be. So, my personal rule, which effectively began yesterday: wear your lipstick when you want to, wherever you’re going, if you feel like it. Rather than letting my eager fingers bypass my Ruby Woo in favor of a boring shade of lip gloss, I’ll wear it if I very well please. Not just for fall, of course, but year-round.

And because I love you, here are a few car selfies (celfies) from yesterday when the Ruby Woo Rule went into effect.

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Did I mention that I decided to straighten the fro for a spell, as well? You like? We’ll take it one day at a time as far as how it lasts, but I also want to giddily point out that when the stylist flat ironed it, before putting in some bouncy curls, it was down to my shoulders. Woohoo! It’s my intent to have healthy hair, first and foremost, but I’m also growing it out, as well, so that was nice to see. The versatility of natural hair is really everything.

Do you wear makeup and/or lipstick to work? What beauty changes have you made for yourself lately?

things i currently need #3 (Blogtober #14)














1. That coat is everything and I need it in my closet for fall.
2. That book is everything and I need it on my bookshelf.
3. I feel like that’s the same face, huh? He keeps showing up on my Pinterest feed. So I feel like I need to have lunch with him forever? Because he’s everything? Sheesh.

About your Author. (Blogtober #13)

So why do you love autumn so much?
There’s something about that crisp, fall breeze that fills me with hope. It just makes me want to pursue my goals.

You do realize that things are dying in the fall? To prepare for winter?quoteballoons
Yeah, I know.

It just seems weird to put an entire season on a pedestal.
Any more questions, though?

All right. What made you want to become a writer?
I was–and still am–a voracious reader. There was something about stories that called out to me; I wanted more than just reading. I wanted to participate somehow. I think my 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Chrytzer, recognized that when she told me I could become a writer. Plus, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been surrounded by stories since birth. I think becoming a writer was inevitable.

Some of your favorite authors?
Langston Hughes, Alice Hoffman, Harper Lee, Flannery O’Connor, O. Henry, Alice Walker, Billy Shakespeare, the list goes on and on and on.

I can see that.
You’re kinda snarky, huh?

Well, I’m you, so…
Can we move on?

Fine, then. What’s with this Square Peg thing?
Fitting in has never been my thing. Even when I wanted to fit in and tried to, I always managed to do things a bit differently. This blog is about embracing that. And discussing a few things that interest me. Plus, I’m square and nerdy and it’s all good.

So, you’re just super confident, huh?
Every day is an exercise in becoming more and more confident with who I am. But no one is 100% confident.

I beg to differ. What about Lupita? 
We all struggle. Even my beloved Lupita must have bad days.

Nah, she doesn’t.
Yeah, you’re right.

Where do you live?
In the Washington DC area.

What’s your government name?

This is the Interwebs. People can get that information.
Sure, just not from me.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Why not?
Ask my Mom. She has plenty to say about that topic.

Ok. How come you never talk about your day job on here? In fact, why do you call it the OK Corral?
Read about the Gunfight at the OK Corral here. Everyday is a battle between Adult Me and Other Adult Me Who Wants to Run Screaming in The Other Direction.

Yeah, I love it just that much.

What’s your dream job?
An independently wealthy travel writer/novelist.


All right, it was nice getting to know a bit about you. I guess you want to run outside and play in a pile of dead leaves now?
Don’t you ever change, you silly thing.

Leaving Las Vegas. (Blogtober #11)




I’m leaving on a jet plane…

Typically, when vacations end and I’m on a plane about to head back home, I nurse that melancholy, vacay-is-over-back-to-work-help-me feeling. Reason #1,097,012 why I need to quit my job, gain some kind of independent wealth, and just travel the world and write. Anyway, I’ve decided, as I wait for liftoff, to focus on the positives of this grand trip.

1. I went to a place I’ve never been before. This Square Peg loves that. There’s nothing like a travel adventure in a brand new place.

2. I was with friends that are more like family. No further explanation necessary, other than saying that these people are infinitely loved.

3. Bucket lists. I can cross the following off, which were high on the list: seeing the majesty of the Grand Canyon, taking in the endless lights on the Vegas strip, and watching the waters of the Bellagio fountains shoot up into the sky. The Hoover Dam wasn’t on the list, but certainly gets an honorable mention.

4. The airport. Have I expressed how fascinating airport terminals are to me? So shiny and filled with places that will marvelously ruin diets. The terminal is everything.

There’s a lot more to appreciate about this awesome trip, but I’ll leave you with those. Thanks for following me along as I spent a few autumn days in this desert town.

Autumn in Vegas: Chill. (Blogtober #10)

On this, our final full day in Las Vegas, we visited the home of my bestie’s niece and enjoyed a hearty dinner with her family. I am full, content, and slightly melancholy at my vacation ending tomorrow. But the end of a vacation means another should come soon, right? Plus, I made a new friend.



Meet Nino. Lover of soft hugs and food that happens to falls onto the ground. Perhaps I’ll miss him most of all.

Autumn in Vegas: All of the Lights (And those Fountains) (Blogtober #9)

We made it to the Vegas strip this evening.

We saw the amazing lights and the enormous hotels bearing the names of Trump and Caesar.

We saw all kinds of sights, saw all kinds of interesting people, and tried very hard to avoid the Chewbacca impersonator who was slinking his way toward us.

What clinched this experience, however, was strolling through the beautiful Bellagio hotel and standing before its indescribable fountains. As classical music punctured the dramatic ascension of the waters into the evening sky, I held my breath and may have promised myself that I would fall in love someday at that very spot. (I may have also thought of Brad Pitt standing before those fountains during the finale of Ocean’s Eleven.) It really was everything.