March 23rd, 2012
a pocketful of skittles and a shot in the head
The truth is…
Trayvon Martin is dead, and shouldn’t be.
The truth is…
It’s awful and wrong and I feel so, so terrible for his family. I can’t put it into words.
The truth is…
I can’t stop hate-reading.
The truth is…
There is a higher education bubble. Guaranteed.
The truth is…
Jenny is actually, legitimately getting married in 78 days. WHOA.
The truth is…
Mason is three years old today. HBD to the cutest nephew on the planet!
The truth is…
I may have champagne cocktails and popcorn for dinner.
The truth is…
There is NOT something ‘bigger and better’ in mind when it comes to suffering. There just isn’t.
The truth is…
I wonder what all these recruiter emails are trying to signify if anything.
The truth is…
Patricia Torres Ray’s campaign sent me an email today that copied my email address in the “To” line alongside several hundred(!) others. Um, is it 1998?! I wrote back immediately requesting that next time they please BCC me. Uhhh duh?
The truth is…
Facebook’s Timeline has the first significant event in my life as being the birth of the one and only Jenny Jane. Pretty much SPOT ON, for once, stupid FB!
The truth is…
I guess I did join FB in 2004. That is creepy.
The truth is…
I run hot and cold on a lot of things.
The truth is…
A lot of this country disappoints me.
The truth is…
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.”