Not too long ago, I attended the funeral of a distant family member, a great-aunt I don’t think I’d ever met, and it was the most excruciating ceremony I’ve ever attended. The priest got her name wrong and talked at length about her 3 cats instead of anything important, it was awful. Anyway, I walked out of that church vowing that my own funeral would not go down like that. This post was originally featured on Thought Catalog, but to increase the likelihood my instructions are followed, here they are again, on Medium.
I have a “new” post up on Medium today about a harrowing visit to my local farmers market (new in quotes because it was originally featured on Thought Catalog many months ago). If you missed it the first time around, or care to give it a re-read, the article is right here!
I have had it up to HERE with my usual Starbucks barista, and it’s time the world knew about it! My very first post for Medium, “An Open Letter to My Emotionally Abusive, Fat-Shaming Starbucks Barista” is up on the site now!