I've dated them all—young, old, short, tall, big, small. This is my conclusion:When I was 18, I only wanted to date 22-year-olds because they were more mature and knew what they wanted.When I was 22, 22-year-old men knew jack shit, and I wanted to date 25-year-olds who were out of college living in the "real world."When I was 25, 25-year-olds were immature and only wanted to play games, so I believed 30-year-old men were where...

I write because it's cathartic. Writing helps me process all the noise in my head and body. It gives me a pulse, an outlet for my creativity that bustles at the brim (I think I just made up that phrase), oozing to get out. I write because it's what makes sense to me. I share because I hope my words are cathartic for you. I hope my words allow you to connect deeper with others and realize just how similar...

 New Year's Eve: A night of possibilities. Picture this: Black spandex, black backless shirt, cowboy boots, and my beloved bohemian parka, on a bicycle, in 35-degree winter chill, corralling a group of friends away from the pre-gaming party toward a bar. They're on a mission to get more drunk; I'm on a mission to get kissed. It's two hours before the strike of midnight, and I promised myself I would land a New Year's kiss with a...

I wasn't a Do-Nothing Bitch, and I still ain't. For 5 consecutive seasons, the organizers of the Franklin Baseball League pulled my mom aside at tryouts and informed her, "This is a boy's league," to which my mom would reply, "And my daughter is playing in it."I didn't give a fuck that I was the only girl on my team, let alone in the league. I only cared that I could compete. That I didn't have...

It's my dad's 72nd birthday, and so, at his expense, we're doing another "Joel Roast" since everyone thoroughly enjoyed last year's! Dad, even though I know you won't read any of this because you've never read anything I've written—you're too ADD—I'm still going to say happy birthday, old man!Here are this past year's goodies: Joel Convo posts from October 28, 2015 - October 28, 2016!**DAD: What are you doing? ME: I'm writing at the coffeeshop. DAD: Anyone know me there? ME:...

Dear Baby Boomer Parents: I know not working at a corporate, "stable" job causes you anxiety. Sometimes it causes me anxiety, too. A steady paycheck with insurance benefits sounds nice. However, I don't think you understand what I'm trying to do.I'm an entrepreneur. I am pushed to build my own thing—my own company and brand.For years, I've wanted to make a living [insert dream job]. And finally, I'm super focused on it and know it's time. I will...

I hate you.You’re an asshole.You cunt.I wish I could kill you and stuff you a coffin.I'm never speaking to you again.You are the biggest piece of shit I know.You're not as smart as your sister.Your father is a dick.You're not talented.You're a whore.You're only good for sex.I'd fuck you and leave.  How do those words make you feel? #itsjustwords [spacer height="20px"] Did you enjoy and relate to this blog post? Give it a share on social media, comment below your...