“Get a job” is such an easy response to homelessness. Wow. The simplicity of judging someone when they have no fucking idea behind the Sharpie tragedy now scribbled on cardboard. I don’t give a shit who you are—most people don’t dream of searching for a warm shelter or begging for money. There is a
Category: Things to Be Grateful For
“5…4…3…2…1!” And just like that, 2018 makes its grand splash with whiskey kisses, sloppy dancing and good intentions. To me, New Years is a sign of hopeful beginnings–an end to a crappy relationship, a dream job in Durango or an opportunity to create a cellulite-free rump. People just can’t wait to declare their New Year
Swatch Watch. Guess Jeans. Vans. These were all hot items in the ‘80s and usually made the cut to most middle-schooler’s Christmas lists. Even though I did get my pricey Guess overalls, that was the ONLY item Santa usually delivered. Despite my perfectly-teased bangs, I discovered Christmas was really about embracing the sugar cookie. Sound
“They are racists.” “It’s capitalist greed.” “Definitely uneducated.” These are just a few examples of what I hear daily from clients as they carelessly flip pages in Star Magazine.
“Paper or plastic?” said the cashier in a rushed tone. Obviously, it’s a simple question. I looked under the cart and notice [once again] I’d forgotten my reusable bags. Damn it! Sweat beads on my forehead. “Paper,” I said.