Memoir

If you haven’t heard, memoirs are kind of in right now, and while I like to write, you probably won’t catch me writing one. This isn’t out of disrespect for the genre; in fact, I won’t try my hand at a memoir because I have too much respect for it. Honestly, what would I possibly … Continue reading Memoir

Ripped Pants and 5 Hours from Home: The Erin Stevens Story

One month ago, I found myself 5 hours away from my Minneapolis apartment with ripped jeggings. I was just sitting down to have a nice meal with my family when I felt a bit of a draft. I looked down, fearing the worst. Sure enough there it was, on the inside of my right thigh. A nice, … Continue reading Ripped Pants and 5 Hours from Home: The Erin Stevens Story

Erin and the Congressman

I never aspired to have a career in politics, but sometimes politics choose YOU. That's what happened to me. They start 'em young in Buffalo, New York, which is where I attended K-3rd grade before journeying Westward to Wisco. Second grade isn't too early to start learning about the good ole American government, and so … Continue reading Erin and the Congressman

When There’s too much Farm on the Table

Let me start by saying no one was hurt during the retelling of this story. Unless you count my gag reflexes as a person, in which case they've been thoroughly exercised as I retell what was truly one of the grossest things to happen to me. It was a Wednesday night, and I was hungry. … Continue reading When There’s too much Farm on the Table

When I was Almost a Model

It seems that summer has turned into fall over night, and I couldn't be happier. Of course, maybe I'd be happier if I had a million dollars and 25 cats, but for now chilly fall weather is enough to put a smile on my face. Now, I'm not necessarily known as a fashionista, but one … Continue reading When I was Almost a Model

BEE.

If you're reading this, that means I'm a survivor.  It means I'm no longer curled up on the couch armed with my Dirt Devil, a rolled up newspaper, and a bowl of popcorn. It means I'm not trapped in my kitchen, looking up at the ceiling in terror. There aren't many things that stir up … Continue reading BEE.

Story of an Unfortunate Hour- Erin and the Trainer

It started with a phone call and it quickly deteriorated from there. He left three messages before I eventually called him back. All of the messages were some variation of "Hey Erin, it's Trainer Bro.* Just calling to let you know that with your new gym membership you get a free training session. Call me … Continue reading Story of an Unfortunate Hour- Erin and the Trainer

24 Questions

Hey, it's me. Given that my last blog post involved me committing a crime of parking on a piece of pizza, I'm sure many of you have guessed that I was busy, locked away in therapy sessions, trying to come to terms with what I'd done. I haven't been. In fact, I've probably eaten about 15 … Continue reading 24 Questions