Bigger Than My Body · Travel

Daily Dose of Cheese: The Story of Love and Landmarks

What are we if not stories? It’s one of my favorite analogies out there. People=books. And like any good book that spans time and space, we come with a map on our first few pages. When I was a teenager, I imagined what it might feel like to be in love and always came back to the…… Continue reading Daily Dose of Cheese: The Story of Love and Landmarks

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Be Scared and Do It Anyway: The Story of My Trip to Utah

A few weeks back, my friend Danielle and I decided to buy plane tickets on a whim. Where to-tah? Utah. I’ve been there once before (AKA I almost died in a canyon with a Mormon whose name I never got), but this was going to be her first visit. We decided to rent a car and…… Continue reading Be Scared and Do It Anyway: The Story of My Trip to Utah

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The Story of Doubt and Dirty Clothes

Comparing your success to someone else’s success is a slow descent into hellfire, not unlike doing your laundry. Exclusively when, like me, your washer and dryer are in a deep dark pit beneath the shared apartment you’re renting.   I’ve fallen down the steps and blindly fondled cobwebs like it’s my job (note: would be a…… Continue reading The Story of Doubt and Dirty Clothes

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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow: The Story of Dead Squirrels and my 26th Birthday

I turned 26 last week. The day before my birthday, I went to a client meeting with my shirt on inside out. Even once I realized, I never changed. It’s some kind of metaphor for how I live my life: inside out and generally OK with it. Instead of a 25 lessons learned by 25 type…… Continue reading Here Today, Gone Tomorrow: The Story of Dead Squirrels and my 26th Birthday

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See you in Denver: The Story of my Doppelganger

Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and wonder, “Who am I… really?” I sure do. And I think the answer might be this: Cindy Cervantes. “Who is Cindy Cervantes?” you ask. Cindy is a woman I’ve never met. My doppelganger. I was visiting Denver a few weeks ago, and on my way…… Continue reading See you in Denver: The Story of my Doppelganger

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A Texas Moon in Barcelona: The Story of an Onion and my Bare Butt

I haven’t blogged in 3 months. Frankly, I’ve been in a slump. Slump-dom, a veritable Kingdom of Slump, where finishing a bottle of wine on the porch is an accomplishment on par with doing laundry or writing a letter to my senator. So what happened these past three months? Aside from horrible, horrible things worldwide….…… Continue reading A Texas Moon in Barcelona: The Story of an Onion and my Bare Butt

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Traveling Riverside Blues: Tips to Travel with Depression

I will never understand why some people don’t care to see the rest of the world. I’m not sure if it’s “Earth Live” or seemingly infinite internet access, but I feel like they aren’t seeing things clearly. The world is a dang fantasy novel that you can experience FIRSTHAND, not just from your couch. As someone who…… Continue reading Traveling Riverside Blues: Tips to Travel with Depression

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The Story of Glorified Vandalism

I love writing on things that weren’t meant to be written on — napkins, bridges, decrepit buildings, library books, wet concrete, drunk people’s faces. Some might call it vandalism…and yeah… that’s about right. But it’s also my desire to communicate without actually talking to people, because people are terrifying. I’d much rather leave a frosting…… Continue reading The Story of Glorified Vandalism

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In The Face of Tragedy, Look to Little Girls

“Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.” Margaret Atwood I’m pulling for everyone affected in the Manchester attack, and in all acts of violence everywhere, mind you, but I want to take a second to appreciate the resilience of little girls. One would assume that…… Continue reading In The Face of Tragedy, Look to Little Girls

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Show The World Your Stones But Remember Your Bricks: Euphemism or Metaphor?

On my walk to work, I pass the old Allegheny County Courthouse and Jail, a big stone building with creepers growing up the northern wall. At about shoulder level, there is a rectangle cut in the stone with a patch of brick beneath. I’ve made it my superstition to touch the brick on my way to…… Continue reading Show The World Your Stones But Remember Your Bricks: Euphemism or Metaphor?