I am on a first-ever coffee date with myself right now. Yes, Alyssa Cann…Tinnirella (still weird) is sitting in Baker and The Brew, with four chairs, and only one occupied. For those of you who know me, this will likely come as a shock. I don't do ANYTHING by myself (anxiety is a real bummer).… Continue reading First Date
**You're getting 302 words today. This is a draft from before I set off on this adventure and I wanted to share.** So I’ve had some bad luck. Or, I guess you could say I made one bad choice that led to quite a bit of bad luck in my career. I left the first… Continue reading 500 Words- Day 6| Just Bad Luck, Eh?
Usually (more often than not) am not a sentimental person. I have said "I love you" a hand full of times and most of them were to my pets or breakfast burritos. I love you's are often met with no response from me. A nod. A weird grumble. An awkward smile. A mumbled, "you too."… Continue reading Aly Tinn Things | The Finger Gun “I Love You”
**Disclaimer: Sorry mom and dad-I swear. But what's important to remember here is that I love you. And granny pods aren't free.** You know, I used to think to myself “I wish I were just good at math.” Math seemed like the easiest means to an end. You are good at math, you go to… Continue reading A Wannabe Mathlete
Describe a Sunday, he said... So I did. The perfect day. Birds are chirping their wake-up calls, but there is no reason to get out of bed. The hug from the white linen duvet is convincing and holds you in place. The sun paints the sky a fiery collection of oranges and reds, opening the… Continue reading Sunday Vibes
**I wrote this when I was 29. It's still true.** You know that game parents play when their baby first learns to walk? (Or, if you are like me, insert new puppy.) Mom stands on one side of the room and dad stands at the other, both calling to the baby in a rousing game… Continue reading Pick A Side
Ahh yes. Good ol Monday, we meet again. What is better than a regular old Monday? A rain-soaked Monday. When the rain hangs on the window panes like a blanket, I am forced inside. It’s these sopping wet, sunless Monday’s that I find myself exploring the dark alleys of my brain. Wandering around, picking up… Continue reading Monday, Schmonday.