It crept up my spine like a millipede: hundreds of legs tickling me, slowly slivering up my naked body in a militant march. Left, right, left right; quickly at first, then slowing down and becoming almost unrecognizable the closer it got to my neck. I reached for the shampoo, hoping to take my mind off whatever was attacking me, but the more I worked the gel into my roots, the deeper the tickle penetrated my skin. It grazed the inside of my ear and teased me with a foreign language that left me dumbfounded and unable to respond. I wondered why it was there. Why it came to me and not somebody else. Where it would go from here. The morning sun shone through a small blurred window above and cast a ribbon of light on me. Suddenly, a rush of strength took over my body and I quickly turned around to confront my intruder. But all that I found was a stream of warm water, rinsing everything that had come before away.
As a work-from-home bohemian, one of the toughest questions I face each morning is What type of pants will I wear today? Though my closet has a wide range of skirts, rompers, and men's checkered slacks, I usually end up with two options: a pair of blue skinny jeans or cozy pants. Cozy pants range anywhere from baggy sweat pants to skin-tight yoga pants, and my decision to wear these usually stems from a mostly suppressed desire to work out, though oftentimes, they just make me too damn comfortable to get off my ass and onto my yoga mat.Read More
Like many public schools, my high school had a circular track of sidewalk that many students would walk laps around with their friends, gossiping about which cheerleaders were pregnant, juggling text books and banana-filled brown sacks, and tossing stink eyes and rolled up trash at the kids nobody liked. I was one of those kids.Read More