My family is great. My parents have 12 siblings each. There is never a dull moment during our family reunions or weekend get togethers. We eat lots of food, drink plenty of wine, (and tequila), play soccer all day and gossip. But lately, I've been avoiding these regular get-togethers for one reason: the "When are [...]
Author: That Girl
Why Can’t We All Just Get Along?
If you're up to scrub with current events, then you probably heard about the Mayweather vs. Canelo fight this weekend. You probably also know we have a new Miss America. And, unfortunately, you probably heard of the death of a ex-FAMU football player. What do these all have in common? They all have roots in [...]
Helplessly Undomestic
For family BBQs, my mom asked me to help prepare the food while my brother gathered the firewood. I refused. As a result, I learned to do nothing and my brother is now a better cleaner and cook than me.
Trying to Cover the Girls
As my search for the perfect job continues, I've been trying to accumulate a youthful, professional wardrobe for any networking events or interviews I may attend. I own a few pencil skirts, although I try to avoid wearing them because they tend to look short on my 5'10'' frame. I've also recently found tall slacks [...]
To those 50% of Marriages
I was heartbroken when I found out Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher were getting a divorce. Although half the news coming from Hollywood is about couples breaking up and, even though I fail miserably at having serious relationships, I still believe in committed, life-long, for-ever-and-ever relationships. Demi and Ashton just seemed like that type of [...]
The Post-Grad Expectation Slope
As a recent graduate*, I was ready to take on the world, start my career, and be a complete bad ass. With an education from Stanford University and considering myself charming, witty, smart, and, obviously, humble, I would have absolutely no problem finding a good first-job right out of college. Since I had heard that [...]
The All-Important Emergency Kit
My friends used to nag me because the trunk of my car looked like a homeless lived there. It was a huge mess; nothing else could fit it in it, but it had its purpose. If there was anything needed, more likely than not, I had it in there: needed to cut something? I had [...]
