Marisa Donnelly
Marisa is a writer, poet, & editor. She is the author of Somewhere On A Highway, a poetry collection on self-discovery, growth, love, loss and the challenges of becoming.
13 Teachers Reveal Their Most Ridiculous Parent-Teacher Conference Experiences
“Do you really expect Cam to finish all that homework? He has football practice every night! I don’t think you teachers understand that students have lives outside of school.”
This Is Why You Should Date A Girl Who Eats
She’s confident.
7 Things You’ll Definitely Miss When Your Roomie Moves Out
You’ll miss just knowing she’s there.
40 Reasons Why You Should Thank Your Parents Right Now
Thank them for dropping literally everything from the project they were in the middle of to hear what’s going on in your world.
6 Struggles Of Being A Totally Normal Person Who Happens To Love EDM
“Do you do drugs, like, all the time?”
Confession: I’m Obsessed With High Heels, And Here’s Why
Why, as women, do we love heels so much? Because with a simple pair we are transformed. We’re not just women. Suddenly we’re bada** b*tches with a purpose.
16 Grating Student Comments Every Middle School Teacher Endures At Least Once A Day
“Is this going to be graded?”
60 Cheap Dates (That Aren’t Netflix And Chill) For Couples That Want To Have Fun At Home Together This Winter
Blast Christmas music and make homemade peppermint bark.
20 Guys And Girls Remember Their First Kiss
“I was the most nervous person in the world, sweaty hands and feet, and I kept putting on Chapstick because I thought it would make my lips taste better.”
19 Things Only Girls Who Can’t Help Falling In Love Over And Over Again Can Relate To
You regularly have to deny that you ever claimed your last boyfriend was “definitely The One.”
It’s Definitely Okay To Get Drunk On A Monday With Your Girlfriends Sometimes
It’s freeing, getting drunk on a Monday. One of those spontaneous, semi-reckless, but absolutely necessary decisions.
If This Is What It Means To Be ‘Needy,’ Then I’m Guilty (And Not Ashamed)
I want your eye contact when we speak. No video games. No cell phones. No computer screens. Just me and you, your brown eyes locked on my face.