Coffee and a Conversation
As Told Over Brunch is a home for intelligent discourse from the twenty-something perspective - so the stuff you gossip about over mimosas on Sunday morning or over takeout on your friend's couch when happy hour ends too early. We love chatting about our lives, whether it be the relationships we’re building (or destroying), lessons we've learned at work, struggles at school, growing pains we've felt, or even the food we’re talking over.
In between jobs (yay, I got a new one!) I got a haircut. It seemed like a reasonable thing to do: new job, new me. I bought a trusty Groupon haircut, and was on my merry way. I didn't even think much about what I wanted. I always get a bob that's longer in the front than it is in the back. I think it makes me look regal and thins out my face a bit. However, I'm down for something new: new job, new haircut, new me.
Read MoreI don't know what it is about moving on, but I want to delicately appreciate each bit that I'm leaving behind. I want to soak it in for the last time, and I was to acknowledge its passage. I don't want things to fade away, and I don't want the little details of my day-to-day to change without me recognizing it.
Read MoreLast weekend I saw some high school friends that I hadn’t seen since probably mid-college. We were chatting about our lives: trips we’ve been on, career moves we’ve made and accomplishments we’ve had. One of my friends got a new car last year, and I blushed, admitting that I still have the same, old Ford Taurus.
Part of me is hoping that this car lasts forever (mainly because buying a car is expensive), but also because I seriously have no idea what to do when it comes to car shopping. When you buy a house, you’ve got a loan officer, realtor, Redfin, Zillow and a gaggle of excited friends to help you dissect every inch of a house and decide whether you want it or not.
Read MoreLet me set the scene for you. Free yoga is hosted every Tuesday at the base of the Carrillon, which is a historical war monument (didn't fact-check that assertion, so don't quote me on it). There are hundreds, no exaggeration, of people of all shapes, ages, colors, genders and abilities. I can't help but look around and feel immediately inspired. In a world of conflict, free yoga is an all-accepting equalizer. Everyone is united to get their stretch on.
Read MoreWhen I turned 24 (holy sh*t people that was 2 years ago), I told myself I'd start saying 'no' to more things. I'm a person that is energized by other people's passions and mutual agreement -- and I hate letting people down -- so I end up doing a lot of things I don't want to do just to appease people.
While I look back over the years (uhm, where are they going?), I think I do a better job of saying no these days. For example, sometimes I say no just because I genuinely don't want to do something.
Read MoreThere are very few things that irrationally bother me. Like when people put their drinks next to a coaster and not on it. Or when I have to print a page and there's 1 sentence or less on the last page. And when people argue with me over needing the Oxford comma. Get over it, you don't need it, nor do I want to debate it with you.
The first reason why you don't need the Oxford comma is a basic one: AP Style tells you not to use the Oxford comma. The premiere grammar ruling for journalists says we don't need the Oxford comma. The New York Times and other premiere media outlets don't use Oxford commas. It's time to give up the ghost.
Read MoreI just got back from The Fresh Expo. There were all-natural dog food places, organic juice stands, nutrition stuff, workout supplies and bicycle safety materials for kids. While it was not my typical 'scene', I did get lots of swag and some food. A lot of the booths seemed to be selling herbal, all natural, organic, witch-doctor (kidding -- at least I don't think I met any witches unfortunately) stuff.
Read MoreI've been taking a short story fiction writing class for the past eight or so weeks. On the very first night, the woman sitting next to me was explaining how she was late to class. Her work was having a happy hour, but she had class. She decided to cut it down the middle (leave early from the happy hour and come late to class) because she was contemplating:
Today the internet is filled with posts proclaiming that they have the best mother. Perhaps the most beautiful, the funniest, the smartest, the most caring mother in the entire world. I’m not here to compete with anyone. In fact, I’m happy that so many people are as supported and filled with love for their mommas as I am.
Read MoreIt's patio-sitting season! I hate math, but here's an introductory equation that sums up this blog post: brunch + patio = perfect weekend plan. Let's make this easy on us all.
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