Last month I received a comment from someone named Tara Kroes, the writer of The Traveling Waitress, letting me know that I was unintentionally stepping on her toes with the name of my blog, Adventures of a World-Traveling Waitress.
In truth, I was defensive. How could I change the name of the blog in which I had poured myself so openly and explicitly? But as much as I tried to ignore it, something Tara pointed out nagged at me: Adventures of a World-Traveling Waitress doesn’t really describe the content of this blog anymore. It has been over year since I have traveled; it has been at least two since I have written about it. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I am no longer a world-traveling waitress. I am a cafe manager who writes brutally honest pieces as a form of unapologetic feminist activism. I am a 20-something woman trying to reconcile an unstable upbringing by smashing stigmas about mental illness. The light-heartedness of “World-Traveling Waitress” doesn’t suit me any longer.
So, then. What does?
Ice Cream for Dinner 