confessions of a reformed tourist
Momentum, lately, keeps dancing just beyond my reach. I brush it with the very tips of my fingers, but then it senses my approach and spirals off into the darkness, out of reach, out of reach. I plot and I scheme. How can I conquer it? How can I foil momentum’s plans to elude me? [...]
My name is Maria, and I’m proud to be an attention whore. This is not a passive-aggressive post. One could certainly interpret what I’m about to say as a thinly-veiled response to a particular person or incident. It’s not. It’s me trying to put into words a chain of thoughts that’s been rattling around in [...]
Please note that while the following does indeed constitute something resembling advice, it’s more of a cautionary tale than a how-to essay. Please note as well that I’m almost 33 and still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. When I applied to college, it asked on the application what our [...]
