Running Into The Storm

This week I wrote a paper about racism that is revealed after natural disasters. While applicable to many natural disasters, I focused specifically on Hurricane Katrina and the aftermath of her havoc. I won’t bore you with the statistics, research methods, and mind numbing details, but here are the key points: A grassroots organization called Common Ground Collective (CG)…

The Kid Who Eats Alone

I’ve cried at work before. There was that one time at the Dolphin Research Center that I was walking out of the fish house and slipped on the glassy, wet sidewalk. I fell directly onto my knee and when I finally got the courage to look at the damage, I discovered that my kneecap had dislocated.…

Facebook Survey

It’s no secret that social media has changed the way we interact with one another. Being the sociology/psychology lover I am, I’m very interested in the way it shapes, changes, and influences our personal relationships, and how it affects us emotionally. It’s amazing to think that there are currently kids, yes, actual human beings, who have never experienced…

Making People Squirm

I put on a good facade and pretend like I hate awkward situations and uncomfortable exchanges, but here’s a dirty little secret: I love them. I love observing human interaction in general (psych and sociology classes in college were like brain candy) and I especially love surprise “out of the norm” situations. Witnessing a very…

What I Really Meant To Say

I wish that we, as a human race, could somehow make a big, executive decision to stop sugar coating, quit playing games, and just say things as they are. In our society, there is a plethora of unwritten rules and “social norms” about how we should respond to situations or topics. Because of this, when…

My INFP Likes Your INTJ

Isaac and I lounged on opposite couches in our living room, tears rolling down our faces from laughing so hard. It was near midnight, way past my bedtime, but we couldn’t stop reading, it was just too good. It felt like someone had spent a year studying my husband in his natural habitat and wrote…