Clubhouse is the new kid on the block. But is it just the app de jour, like Periscope or Vine, or the next big thing in social networking?
I first heard whispers of it around the end of 2020. I read a helpful article that provided an overview and I understood the general concept. I thought, “Hmm, it’s like podcasting…only live, with no editing and no replays.” Other small business owners, creators, and prominent public figures were throwing around phrases like “join my room” or asking if I needed an invite. I brushed them off, feeling entirely overwhelmed with life…
You know how financial gurus will advise having a “rainy day” account for unforeseen expenses? Well, my rainy day arrived on a Tuesday night at approximately 8:09 p.m.
My partner and I ran back the footage from our building’s security camera. As we watched the screen, we saw a white pickup truck slowly creep down the street. It stopped, reversed, then backed into the parking spot next to my car, a midsize SUV. With the truck blocking our view, we wondered why they sat idling for nearly eight minutes but their motive remained unclear.
At one point, another car pulled…
The time: 5:37 p.m. on Tuesday night.
The scene: utter chaos in and around the kitchen table.
The mood: I’m going to rip my hair out if we don’t eat NOW.
This exact scenario may not describe your reality, but I’m betting you’ve experienced something similar at some point. It’s that sinking feeling in your empty stomach as you realize, “Oh shit, I haven’t even thought about dinner!”
It doesn’t matter if you’re only feeding yourself or if you have a partner, one or more kids, and a pet (or three) to feed, too. That feeling of overwhelm can lead…
On January 6, 2021, my productivity level ground to a halt around 1 o’clock p.m. CST. My phone buzzed. A short text from my partner. “Are you watching the news?”
I wasn’t but figured there must be something going on. His next words were, “protests [sic] storming the capitol and are trying to occupy it.”
I apologize to anyone I owe an email to because for the rest of the day I and many others around the globe remained glued to a screen. …
I’m blessed to live in the United States of America. We’re obviously handling the coronavirus pandemic with grace and competence. And thanks to the caring, compassionate legislators that run the show around here, I’m about to get a few unearned Benjamins.
I mean, how lucky, RIGHT?! I didn’t have to do a thing! These good folks at the top are so grounded in reality, they just knew I was hit by hard times and could use a windfall of bright, shiny money.
Praise be! A whopping $600 is en route as we speak.
But where to start…where to start….
I consider it a personal mission to help you eat food that doesn’t suck.
As a dietitian, I’ve listened to countless people tell me that they want to eat better, enjoy their food more, and break free from food rules that leave them feeling deprived and hungry.
All too often, we equate “healthy” or nourishing foods with bland, boring plates of steamed veggies, baked chicken, and maybe a bit of brown rice on the side. Look around at any of the popular diets de jour and you’ll see recommendations to eliminate entire food groups. …
As a general rule, I do not judge parents or parenting styles.
That’s because I’m not a parent.
I’m child-free by choice — the reasons for which aren’t relevant to this story — so I don’t see it as my place to pass judgment or criticism onto those who do have children. With few exceptions, it’s a pretty easy rule to follow.
One of those exceptions showed up today.
I woke up and checked the news on my phone. I was perusing various apps in my typical order when I happened to see that “SIX HOURS” was trending on Twitter…
I’ve been as absent from this platform as I’ve ever been.
My first published story went live on Medium in July 2019. Which feels simultaneously as if it were yesterday and a lifetime ago. I wrote it in response to a Human Parts prompt and it was immensely helpful for me as I worked through some lingering body image issues. It was the summer before I turned 30. I had just finalized my divorce. Work was steady but routine, and I needed a creative outlet, so I finally transitioned from Medium reader to Medium writer.
Since then, I’ve published nearly…
I was a junior in high school when I turned 16. A bit later than my friends and classmates, resulting from a mutual decision between my parents and the district administration to allow me to skip third grade. I was tall for my age, bright, focused, and curious — they figured I wouldn’t skip a beat trying to fit in with new friends a year older, and for the most part, that’s how it went.
By the time I was in high school I was absorbed in sports, clubs, a weekend job, and an active social life. I was ticking…
Last year I published a piece called “What Most Men Don’t Understand About Living In Fear”. I described an unsettling personal experience and went on to share thoughts on street harassment, white male privilege, and why dealing with the patriarchy can be frustrating. It was in response to a Human Parts prompt about remaining silent so it was fitting; in most instances where I’ve been the target of harassment, I have remained silent for one reason or another.
Apparently, this was very triggering for some men on the Internet.
While plenty of people (men and women) shared supportive comments, more…
Lover of carbs and puns, call me Cara Carbstreet | Anxious Millennial | Coffee Enthusiast | Non-diet Dietitian