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Writing is hard: A memoir
Posted on June 16, 2015 4 Comments
The truth is, writing is this: hard and boring and occasionally great but usually not. – Amy Poehler, “Yes Please” Ten weeks ago, I went back to school. Well, sort of. Two hours of Googling and one very reassuring “this can only be good for you” text later and I was giving Gotham Writers Workshop my address […]
The inner dialogue of a sleepy 20-something
Posted on March 25, 2015 1 Comment
It’s 10 p.m. on a Wednesday and I am ready for bed; lights out, and Neosporin on my legs because I fear that the sand flea bites I brought home from Puerto Rico will scar. I’m thinking about reading, but also about Zebra Cakes. The strangers outside are too loud. I do ten sit-ups in my head […]
Living in apartments with boys
Posted on March 20, 2015 2 Comments
“You had the right idea when you moved in with guys you knew you’d never bang.” Six and a half years ago I buried my father. I had pink hair, a petite frame, and a bone to pick with the world. I listened to a lot of Brand New and Kevin Devine, hoping that one […]
16 New Year’s resolutions I will (probably not) keep
Posted on December 31, 2014 5 Comments
Last December, I vowed not to touch my friends’ tits or leave the house with wet hair. This Christmas, a good guy friend of mine walked into the woman’s bathroom at our every-week bar to find both of my tiny, un-manicured hands pressed against his girlfriend’s chest. He was looking to smoke a cigarette and we’d been in […]
Christmas sucks without your cigarette breaks
Posted on December 23, 2014 Leave a Comment
She looked at me like I was fucking orphan Annie. – Me, Thanksgiving Eve, three sips into a Long Island Iced Tea It’s the best of times. It’s the worst of times. The holidays, however joyful, are never easy in the days, weeks, and months following the loss of a loved one. The heavy hitters […]
The first year without her
Posted on October 9, 2014 6 Comments
The first month feels like a year, and then a week, and then a year again. A cold, long, drawn out year with no seasons, and no clocks.The first few days are as cold as ice; way too chilly for Columbus Day Weekend. You stop crying, and you start cracking smiles at small talk but […]
Nobody likes you when you’re 23, they think you’re the tits
Posted on August 13, 2014 5 Comments
Blink 182 was wrong. Okay, okay. Blink 182 was right about a lot (see: the entire two minutes and 45 seconds of “Dammit” and that line in “The Party Song” about girls trying too hard), but not about birthdays. If nobody is supposed to like you when you’re 23, our generation is doing something wrong. By 23, you’ve […]
My mother hated tattoos, so naturally I got one for her
Posted on July 2, 2014 11 Comments
“Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they’re like dog months.” – Rainbow Rowell A lot happens your freshman year of college. It’s one of those years you learn who you are, what you’re made of and, in most cases, the art of laundry. For me, […]
There are more important things in life than what your ex is doing on Facebook
Posted on June 11, 2014 5 Comments
There are more important things in life than what your ex is doing on Facebook. There are more important things in life than what that girl wore to EDC, or that she went at all. There are more important things in life than a brand new Michael Kors watch. There are more important things in life […]
My first year out of college
Posted on May 21, 2014 Leave a Comment
Originally published by Writtalin. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I walked across the stage at Radio City, diploma in hand, gauze on my post-Senior Formal feet and mom in the audience. I said goodbye to sharing secrets, stories, and clothes with my closest girlfriends, Tuesday night drink specials, and the corner-deli guy. I said goodbye […]
Meaghan McGoldrick 