Musical Mad Libs: Taylor Swift’s Quarter Life Crisis

I’m not sure if I believe in the “quarter life crisis.” According to The Internet, turning twenty-five awakens a sense of panic – about purpose, career, love, money, health, whether or not you should get a pixie cut – that has apparently been dormant within you for the past twenty-four years. Metabolism slows, relationships are reevaluated, and the world feels bigger and scarier than it ever did before. Twenty-five is like Cinderella’s midnight toll: party’s over, kid. Go home to your pumpkin and house full of mice.

But, um, the only problem with that scenario is that I’ve been panicking about purpose, career, love, money, health, and whether or not I should get a pixie cut since I was, like, six. At this point, the anxiety is kind of like a spider in my bathroom (There really is a spider in my bathroom. It is red; I don’t like it.) that just kind of hangs out while I go about my everyday life – I’d rather see it out in the open than think about it creeping out of sight under my drain or in the folds of my bath robe, planning to surprise (kill) me.

The point of this analogy is that 1.) Can someone please go in my bathroom and murder that spider? and 2.) I’d rather face questions about my future than bury them in the “Things to Freak Out About” drawer in the already very unorganized filing cabinet of my brain.

In the past, birthdays were all about celebrating what was coming: at sixteen, I will get my driver’s license, at twenty-one I will drink margaritas on a Tuesday … Now, more than ever, this birthday feels like the perfect time to celebrate what has already happened. Twenty-four years of exams and papers and blog posts and airplane rides and kittens and books and books by the pool and books in bed and eggs benedict and that one time I was vegan and that other time when I learned to cook steak. And people, the best people. At home and at Home and at HOME.

In terms of what will happen? I’ll probably just keep hanging out with that spider in my bathroom and hope for the best.

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Musical Mad Libs: What Is This Feeling?

Presented without comment:

Shout-out to my homegirl, Abbe, who is always up to lend her beautiful voice to my nutso lyrics. Singing with her is the best. I wish I could bottle up the happiness and send you some.

Next week, I’m celebrating Mother’s Day by singing “Mama Who Bore Me” from Spring Awakening. Fill in the musical mad lib: “Mama Who ______.”

I mostly just want to read fun stories about mommies.

Happy Monday, you spunky unicorn. Thank you for watching!

Happy National Poem In Your Pocket Day!


Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day! A holiday founded in 2002, this is the last day of National Poetry Month and the perfect day to carry your favorite poem around with you so you can share it with friends and family. You can also use the hashtag #pocketpoem on Twitter to discover what poems are meaningful to others.

If you aren’t currently carrying some couplets in your pocket, here is a collection of eleven of my favorite shorties. Some are inspirational, some are wise, and some are just plain funny. Consider copying one down and carrying it in your pocket for the day. And remember to take it out before you do laundry! #pocketpoetryproblems

1. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, by Emily Dickinson


If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

2. Don’t Worry if Your Job Is Small, by Anonymous

Don’t worry if your job is small,
And your rewards are few.
Remember that the mighty oak,
Was once a nut like you.

Musical Mad Libs: Nobody’s Perfect

This week, I was supposed to sing “Good Morning Baltimore,” from Hairspray. Unfortunately, things didn’t go quite as planned. I used a litter box, pulled a knife on my mom, and broke some TSA laws in the airport. I explain everything in the video …

Next week, Abbe and I will be singing “Loathing” from Wicked! The Musical Mad Lib is “____-ing, it’s a strange exhilaration.” Leave your suggestion in a comment below! <3

Musical Mad Libs: Sweatpants Are A Girl’s Best Friend

This week’s mad lib was “_______ are a girl’s best friend.” Everyone’s suggestions were so hilarious that it was REALLY hard to pick which one to use for the song. In the end, I had to choose the one that rang most true to me, to my life and my heart.

So, I present to you, most gentle viewer: Sweatpants Are A Girl’s Best Friend.

Musical Mad Libs: Still Hurting

This is the 8th week of Musical Mad Libs, which means it is our TWO MONTH ANNIVERSARY.

How have these last two months been for you? Is the weather better? Have you been eating more guacamole? I’m probably more up to date on your life than I’d like to admit because I Facebook stalk you, but if the fancy ever strikes, leave me a comment and tell me about your dreams or your dog or what song you can’t stop singing in the shower.

I hope you are well and full of avocados. Thank you for hanging out with me for a few minutes every Monday! Cheers to a fabulous week <3



Musical Mad Libs: Take Me or Leave Me

Boy oh boy, am I excited to share this week’s video with you! My beautiful songbird of a friend, Abbe, is singing with me and we had the most fun filming. Sometimes it’s easy to get frustrated with myself all alone in my basement, but we were laughing so much at our mistakes that it never occurred to me. Frandship, you know what I mean?

Thank you so much for watching. I hope this bit of belting brightens up your Monday!

Next week, I’ll be singing “I’m Still Hurting” from The Last Five Years. The Musical Mad Lib is, “I’m still __________.” Fill in the blank in a comment below!

Musical Mad Libs: Cabaret

When I was in high school, I discovered that the public library had an entire cabinet full of musical theatre cds. I listened to Alan Cumming and Natasha Richardson singing Cabaret every night before I went to sleep … which makes for weird dreams.

I loved that cd so much that I apparently assumed I could keep it — I ended up racking up a $100 bill in late fees. It took months of babysitting to pay it off!

But you know what? Once I paid the bill, I did keep that cd. So there. Follow your dreams.

I hope this week’s musical mad libs is a quick reminder to make time for things you love, even if it doesn’t earn you money or get you Instagram famous. Do a little dance, doodle a little doodle, listen to a cd you stole from a public library. Enjoy, and have a great week! <3