About This Place.

Psst! A Word, Please.

Hello, Dear Reader.

I’d like to take a moment to reflect.

On life as a new mom? No.

On how dish-washing gloves are my new prized possession? It’s true, but no.

On how American society is eerily similar to the movie Idiocracy? Not today. (But stay tuned. Or, just look for the understated theme in every single one of my blog posts.)


I’d like to reflect on why it is I’m here. As in, here in this beloved blogging community.

Read on if you wish, yo.

. . .

I am a writer.

And as of late I’ve made a conscious effort to claim this as true, without caveats:

I’m a writer. . . but I haven’t published anything.

I’m a writer. . . but I spend most of my time reading.

But, but, but.

Enough of that shit.

We know who we are.

. . .

As I’ve mentioned numerous times, I am an anxiety-prone individual. Unfortunately, this sometimes manifests as paranoia.

I wish I were joking.

And, I can’t even give you one of the many ridiculous examples of this, without my heart racing.

So the idea of creating this blog, posting photos of myself (all appropriate!), and hitting the “Publish” button for all to see?

Call it baptism by fire, friend. It’s a form of healing.

It was (and is) my way of proving that I have a right to be here.

That I am an adult.

That I am entitled to opinions.

And that that’s okay.


. . .

It may sound selfish, but when it comes right down to it, I write for me.

It’s like coming home after spending the day at the beach, and feeling the cool stream of the shower on my skin.

Fresh. Clean.


It’s therapeutic to (somewhat) organize my jumbled mess of thoughts, and to feel accountability among an unseen–and even unknown–audience.

When I started blogging, I thought maybe a handful of people would follow. Friends, mostly.

So the fact that this has blossomed into a community–truly–is an added bonus.

It’s the buttercream frosting on this dense, toothsome, cold vanilla cake of ours.

So what are we waiting for? Take a big ol’ bite.

. . .

I remind myself that I am human.

And so are you, love.

And we are in this crazy-ass world together.

Let’s be friends.

. . .

SnapDragon is an educator, writer, artist, and homemaker. She enjoys being in bed by 10.

Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.

Also, check out her contributions to Pointless Overthinking.

About This Place.

Thanks for stopping by.

So. Here you are, on my dinky little blog site.

I’ve decided to have zero expectations for this venture, as the popularity of blogging tends to correlate with the disappearance of quality television. And let’s be serious: We live in The Golden Age of TV. There are a dozen shows you could binge right now instead of reading the two-bit opinions of a complete stranger. But for those of you who still appreciate the written word–complete with capitalization and proper punctuation–I hope to provide a little speck of cyber space to scratch you right where you itch. (Metaphorically, of course.)

If you’re anything like me, you perhaps crave fresh slices of notebook paper, a pen with silky-smooth ink, and a quiet room in which to contemplate the world around you. Each day you notice the simplest of things, the odd, neurotic behavior of others (but mostly your own) and wonder, “Is this really happening? What the f is wrong with humanity?” Or maybe just when you’re ready to throw up your hands at the selfishness of our species you experience the smallest act of kindness and think, “Okay. Maybe all hope is not lost.”

So the purpose of this project is to capture those moments of human interaction–the weird, the beautiful, and the I-just-shit-my-pants-funny–in order to make a little more sense of our time on this planet. Maybe you’ll read on, or maybe you already bailed to watch BoJack Horseman (which I completely endorse, by the way. But hopefully you’ll do that in addition to being a part of this little community).

And so, here’s to you, Dear Reader. Let’s raise a craft beer to one another over the interwebs and realize that we have more in common than we think.

We are not alone.