millennial blog project

The Writing

  • Post 508: That Girl

    Post 508: That Girl

    I think about that girl who started this blog a lot. She was 14 years old. What I think is that she had bright-red hair. What I know is that she was trying to figure out her sophomore year of high school. Even if she didn’t know what she wanted, she knew that what she Read more

  • Post 507: Writing to write vs. writing to have written

    I caught him listening to a financial podcast. Again.  He stood at the kitchen island peeling carrots or potatoes or something; I can’t remember what it was for dinner that night. I moaned. I complained, “Not another podcast!” Then I picked up the peeler or the knife and the carrots or whatever it was with Read more

  • Post 506: ‘That spunky little kid’

    I entered the corporate world nearly 10 years ago as a fresh-faced intern. With $300 in my bank account and a shock of bright red hair, I thought I knew everything. And in some ways, I did. People told me I was “spunky” – I had a quirky personality and a no-nonsense approach to my Read more

  • Post 505: The laptop debacle

    I left my laptop at the office on Wednesday night.  Resting on its docking station in my organized mess of a cubicle, it beckoned to me. Backpack strap in hand, I reached over to undock, lift, and put my laptop into its cozy compartment. But at the last moment I stopped myself. And took a Read more

  • Post 504: ‘Go outside’

    Post 504: ‘Go outside’

    I called Nick because I’d had a frustrating afternoon. The morning started out fine – I decided to work from home when I noticed I didn’t have any in-person meetings. I chugged along, answering emails, swapping the laundry and folding mounds of clothing.  He spent the morning washing his bikes, checking his email, and stretching Read more

  • Post 503: How to buy a house

    Post 503: How to buy a house

    A stream-of-consciousness account of our most recent emotional roller coaster. You’re comfortable. You wake up each day in a cozy, three-floor townhouse that you pay minimal monthly rent for, especially since you split it with your boyfriend. You have clothes on your back, food in the fridge, and a job to report to each day. Read more