I can be a bit possessive when it comes to my friends. Ever since high school, when you typically start forming cliques or a “crew”, I have been known to throw a side eye when it comes to “new friends” joining the circle.  It used to take me a while to open up to people, so…

This may come as a surprise to some (ok none) of you, but I was a dramatic child.  I would throw Oscar worthy tantrums in which I constantly questioned my parents’ love for me, ie., “If you really loved me, you would let me have that cereal/candy/toy/necklace!!!” I also pulled stunts such as putting ketchup on…

I was warned.  I should have been prepared.  I had heard countless tales of just how rude some New Yorkers could be.  But I didn’t listen.  I still came to NYC bright-eyed, bushy tailed and painfully naive. In my defense, I grew up in Upstate NY.  I was born in Florida, but raised in Rochester…

I am breaking up with you.  We have been in a relationship that hasn’t fulfilled me for far too long.  You are so selfish.  You’re like the “friend” that shows up to the potluck empty-handed, but takes several plates (& a bottle) home. You keep taking from me and haven’t given me anything in return….

15 years ago, on June 9th, 2000, I stepped off a Greyhound bus and onto what I considered fertile ground.  This was where my dreams were supposed to take root and flourish.  I left Upstate NY armed with two suitcases and about $2.  Okay it was more than that, but it soon felt like $2…