For the first time in my life, I took a Spring Break trip. I've always wanted to and let's face it, life's to short not to check those bucket list boxes as often as we can. Now is the part where you ask, where did you go, Miranda? Oh, thanks for inquiring, let me tell … Continue reading On Spring Break →

I'm sitting at the coffee shop for the first time in months, writing. I used to come here all the time and fall into my computer. It was the first thing I wanted to do every morning. I'd try to get whatever chores or errands that needed completion finished as soon as possible just so … Continue reading On Time →

When I lived on the OP I had quite the little group of friends who played Magic The Gathering. They'd come into my bar and play in the corner. I would watch them sort cards or get excited about some new expansion something or other coming out in the days that would follow. I'd sort … Continue reading On Magic The Gathering →

My favorite holiday has always been birthdays. Not only mine but other peoples as well. It's an entire day set aside to celebrate the people you love. Not that we need an occasion, but let's face it, having one is always kind of nice. Since I was a youngin, I've been theming my parties. One … Continue reading On Birthdays →

I've read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen every year for the last thirteen years. The first time I consumed any version of this classic was through the Keira Knightley film. I fell in love... most ardently. I picked up my first copy of the book and read it cover to cover in about a … Continue reading Pride and Prejudice →

I love my job. I get to teach young adults both how to write proper sentences and how to understand complicated literature. To top off what I'd already decribe as one of the best jobs in the world, just about every day there is some sort of "life is bigger than here" teaching moment. I … Continue reading We Don’t Call People Hoes →

This morning I walked out to a freshly scraped windshield. This is what friends do, after all, scrape your windshield, show up in the middle of the night when you need them, and help you move a dead body. Good friends are hard to come by and the ones who are willing to do the … Continue reading On Moving Dead Bodies →

Sometimes I don't know what to say but I know I need to write. I know I need to connect. In some compacity. To the world outside of myself. To people. To someone. The vast void. Waves crash upon my shores. I brace against the fall. In fine feather. An everlasting wall. Gladdened. Elated. Puzzled … Continue reading In Fine Feather →

Yesterday I wrote a lot of words out of anger and hurt. I would write them and then delete them. I'd write a new version then text a friend. I'd delete them. Write fresh, text, close the window. Open it again later, delete them. I deleted Facebook from my phone again too. So I've had … Continue reading On Drama →

"Love is diving into someone else's confusion and finding it all makes sense." There is something about Atticus that sings to my soul. I've followed the account on Instagram for some time. My phone is filled with screenshots, filled with poetry, filled with love and life. Sometimes I just want the reminder that other people … Continue reading Atticus →