Up To The Surface

I decided to write about this in light of my anniversary coming up. I married my husband on the exact 5-years-to-the-day mark of  the day we met, and in June we will be married 5 years.  One decade with him. There is a special memory I keep to myself. It has stayed quiet for several years now. The memory was beautiful, precious to me. An important moment in the history of my relationship, A defining moment in my life. If it had all played out the way it was supposed to, It would have set the scene for a positive change and Five years of my life would have played out differently. It was a short-lived moment of joy. The reason it has been locked away, Seldom to be spoken of again  is because of the way that it fell apart, it didn’t transpire until years later. Now, I’m looking within to find the courage to acknowledge it Embrace it as something not to be swept under the rug But remembered, despite the sadness it causes. I met...

Target is king sneaky when it comes to retail. The stores are purposefully designed to make you spend more money. From placing cute, affordable teen fashion right up by the checkout lanes To remodeling the store to feel more like a leisurely department store shopping experience instead of a necessity-driven wholesale one To the weekly deals that reward you for buying multiples of things, You are bound to go way over budget. (Unless you have impeccable self-control) And it’s no secret either. Social media has made hundreds of cracks about Target shopping. The thing is ... Where there’s a system, there’s a way to work the system. Here are some ways to actually leave Target, feeling victorious. *Not all of these will apply to everyone #1 The RedCard You might have one of the little credit cards that’s only good for shopping at Target. It might be maxed out. If you are one of the lucky ones with excellent credit, you migh...

My message to the class of 2019 First of all, I never wrote a message to the “class of” anything before. But this year is special. 2019 marks 10 long but eventful years since I myself crossed the stage and received the little piece of paper that meant I had a college degree. Here’s the thing though: When I did that, I had nothing going for me in my life. My best friend at the time was preparing to move to New York City. The man I had been dating off and on had been lying to me and I broke up with him. I was basically being forced out of my home, the little house that I had been invited to join the lease on with two other girls one year before. They now decided that they didn’t like me and wanted their best friend to live in my old room. I was getting ready to move my things into the tiniest, oldest and grossest efficiency (Leaky ceiling, brown carpet, fleas because last renter had a cat) I could find, because it was all I could aff...