Day: October 10, 2016

Once Upon A Time Recap: “The Other Shoe”

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By Casey Rose Frank

This week we truly do return to the well-loved style of storytelling from Season 1, learning that even a re-telling that we’ve become familiar with may not be the whole story.

Regina is still perplexed about how the Evil Queen is still walking around, enacting nefarious plots when crushing her heart should have killed her. Since Hyde seems to know a little bit about everything, and is also the evil half of a separated character, she hopes to visit his underground prison cell and threaten him? Nope. Bribe him with lasagna. Continue reading →

A Friendly Reminder That We Are Going To Survive This Election

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By Jillian Stacia

I set out to write a debate recap, but I couldn’t bring myself to find the words. I don’t want to relive, or rehash, or recount that ridiculous, nausea inducing debate. I don’t think anyone does. If you do, there are many, many, many articles out there that can help you out.

I don’t want to talk about last night, because frankly, I’m worn out. The past few days- hell the past year- has been emotionally and physically draining. This election has sickened me. It is poisonous. It is frustrating. It is abrasive. It is too much. Continue reading →

Let That Shit Go

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By Kate

I was in awe on my walk this morning. Well, to be honest, a mix of awe thanks to the vibrant orange, yellow, red, and sunshine all around me, and frustration as my dog pulled to sniff, inspect, and eat each individual leaf we passed. It seems we’re equally enamored with autumn’s arrival.

Being a woman who’s spent her fair share of time scrolling Pinterest, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the quote I’ve saved to at least one, if not a handful, of my boards, “fall shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.” Continue reading →

How I’m Learning To Call Myself A Writer

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By Jillian Stacia

“I notice you’re having trouble calling yourself a writer. Why do you think that is?”

It was 3:15 in the afternoon, and I was having introductory coffee with an assigned mentor from a local networking group. This was our first meeting and I had barely finished my skinny iced vanilla latte before she caught onto my biggest insecurity.

I struggle to call myself a writer. Continue reading →