I remember way back in elementary school, we always had to decorate a shoebox to take into school for our friends to put our valentines in. Valentines were still cutthroat in those days. You really only gave them to your friends, so it was important to count how many valentines you received at the end … Continue reading Shoebox


I, like most humans on this planet, will turn red and into a blabbering idiot if I meet a guy I really like. It's like nature ensures that, "nope, there will be no date with this one since you sound like you didn't pass second grade..." I am so hard on myself about those interactions … Continue reading Red