It’s probably safe to say I have no problem with confrontation and have a bit of a temper when it comes to certain topics; women’s rights, politics, homelessness and if whether or not my uterus will be fulfilling its purpose anytime soon. My Mom would tell you we’re passionate people, others might say we’re stubborn […]
I am driven by guilt, anxiety and a hefty amount of self-doubt. This is how I’m going to conquer 2018 … new year, who dis?
After 10 weeks in the hospital with a short stint in a rehab center to retrain Grandma on how to use her knee, the bacterial infection has come back with a vengeance (for the fourth time) and this time will take her leg.
What’s love got to do, got to do with it What’s love but a second hand emotion What’s love got to do, got to do with it Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken Tina Turner said it best, what does love got to do with it? Apparently a lot, love has […]
Living paycheck to paycheck doesn’t mean you can’t allot time for free activities. If you live in Orange County, I found something for you.
The grass is greener where you water it, thanks to Rain Bird 32ETI. I no longer have to depend on memory, set it and forget it!
All those healthy recipes on Pinterest photograph well, but do they taste as well as they look? I’ll let you know. Today’s case involves a three ingredient banana fudge recipe.
The first big move has happened. I no longer attend Wolcott Street School in Le Roy, New York. Corn fields do not elongate my backyard or catch my model rockets durning the summer. We livin’ in the big city now. [insert car brakes screeching, records skipping or nails on a chalk board] Walden wasn’t big city living, it […]
The contents of my 7-year-old self’s diary published without any edits or proof reading. What could I possibly learn from revisiting myself from 20 years past? Let’s find out together.
Ever wonder how Ramblin Randol came about? Without any further ado, And That’s What It’s All About explains it all.
My attempt to switch it up to improve my blogging consistency. Sometimes I just want to talk, out loud and use my hands.
A cardboard box, one sleeping bag and a slab of dense frigid concrete is all I have to get me through the night. I was homeless for one night and was terrible at it.
We live in an imperfect world and bad people will always find a way to inflict harm on their victims, but this doesn’t mean we throw in the towel. We fight.
A personal story about a pain in the ass girl who doesn’t want love and fights hard to not be stereotypical, only to realize (much later) it’s the classic stereotypical romance.
During my post graduate life and the inevitable rejection of potential employers; I’ve taken a stroll down memory lane-lyrically. Won’t you join me?
“Oh, you’re married? Do you have any kids?” “No.” “Really, why not, you’d make beautiful babies!” I don’t think I’ll ever understand the push for women to be considered equal, but peppering married women with the same question of if they’ll have children. I feel like I am in constant question from outside pressures and personal thoughts […]
Originally posted on Red Alert – Red Cross DFW Blog:
By Shannon Randol, intern contributor, American Red Cross I love my two mutts. The pair of them couldn’t be any different. One likes to snuggle on top of my feet and into the nooks of my legs when I’m curled up on the couch, no…