It’s been a hot minute! So in one/some of the last posts I wrote, I talking about my health and… Read more the sugar cookies are winning
Author: Karen Schneider
By day, I work in the cosmetics industry; in my free time I indulge my passion for writing and creativity by serving on the Board of ARTS By The People, a nonprofit focused on making the arts easily accessible to all. I am obsessed with learning, life, and career/self-improvement. Come say hi to me on Twitter & follow me on Instagram @karen_lenore.
Sunshine in the Place | Career Venn Diagrams
Originally posted on Trace in the Place:
There’s a popular meme that says “it b like that sometimes” as a universal response to…
just by happenstance
Holy shit, I’m writing again! This is not going to be a long post – I just wanted to share… Read more just by happenstance
Heartbreak = Fertilizer
Originally posted on Trace in the Place:
I took a picture of this little excerpt out of “Call Me By Your Name” last…
it’s all just borrowed time
“Seventy-five years. That’s how much time you get if you’re lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five Winters. Seventy-five Springtimes. Seventy-five Summers. And… Read more it’s all just borrowed time
so, what’s new?
Oh look, it’s September! I am still experiencing major suckage at maintaining this site and my writing – whoops! I… Read more so, what’s new?
Toxic Friends? Not-So-Obvious Signs You Have an Unhealthy Relationship
This article was originally published on Fairygodboss. As the new year creeps closer and closer, most people recall their successes… Read more Toxic Friends? Not-So-Obvious Signs You Have an Unhealthy Relationship
damn girl, get your shit together
When January rolled around, I already knew and was planning for my goals for 2018 (I prefer to call them… Read more damn girl, get your shit together
sorry, life isn’t a curated instagram feed
Wow – welcome to July! I can’t believe that we are halfway through 2018, and how long it’s really been… Read more sorry, life isn’t a curated instagram feed
37 years
“Do you want me to write you a thank you card, too?” my mother asked. “For what?” I asked, confused.… Read more 37 years
