Millennial 3 hangs out with her #mains, her #rideordies, her #squad, her #bffs every week.
This Saturday night, they’re at a club.
Blaring music. Blinding Lights. 524 more words
In 1994, when I was 13 years old, I did what I suspect many 13 year-old boys might do. I snuck into my younger sister’s room, found her colorfully-bound private journal, read it, dusted off my fingerprints, and smirked, knowing I now possessed information to get under her skin. 689 more words
As much as I love being online, blogging, Tweeting, and the like, I don’t like how demanding it feels sometimes. How, if I don’t write a captivating post or send out X number of Tweets, then I’m somehow falling behind. 661 more words
If you have recently subscribed to Mindful Stew, you might be the site’s 1,500th follower!
Except that you’re probably not, as I know a large percentage of this blog’s followers aren’t real–I’m not sure how many flesh-and-blood folks follow the ‘Stew. 388 more words