I fear snakes and sharks. You know this, we’ve talked about it. But I also fear an embarrassing posthumous discovery. You heard me correctly. I’ve thought about this more than once. More than I care to admit. But the other day, when I went scrambling around my house trying to find an old college transcript,…
When you end up in your 30s post-divorce and stuck in a job that ignores your potential and would never suggest you paid time and money for higher education, you wake the fuck up. You look back on all the things you thought you would do, all the aspirations you had, and realize your life…
I am a bit of a bleeding heart. This does not fare well in choosing a better partner. Those who know me, or at the very least, watch enough TV with me will attest that ASCPA, St. Jude, Operation Smile, and other such commercials make me weepy, tug on my heartstrings, and just nearly have…
I recognize that it looks really dodgy that after a few posts blasting on nice guys that I just up and went MIA. Probably appeared like I was running away in guilt. Or maybe instead of being like, “That’s right you awful person, RUN!” you were thinking one of those nice guys came back and…
When I got ready to move back to Vermont after finishing grad school, I knew the one thing I would miss would be the metro park down the street from my apartment. It had become an old and trusted friend, another home, a place to center myself and be. Something about my solitude and comfort…
I think I swear because I’m Type A (TA for the purposes of this post). Type B people on the other hand are so chill about everything there probably isn’t anything to swear about. Consider the evidence: TA people (as I described in a previous post) can be competitive and all about the win; racing…
A is for Ally. A is for Awesome. Aries. April. Absolutely Ass-kicking. Amazing. A is for Awfully funny. A is also for Personality Type ‘A.’ And Type A people kind of seem like assholes (also an ‘A’ word), pushing their way around, waiting to have heart attacks. At least that is what I get by reading all…
If someone had said to me that attending a facilitated session called Dance, Draw, Write would overwhelm me with emotion, or that I would rediscover a part of my childhood spirit, I would be extremely skeptical. There I was Sunday morning, the last day of women’s weekend, saddened by the knowledge that in a few…
I was supposed to get to camp much earlier Friday morning than I had arrived. As that morning went, nothing was going according to plan. By the time I did check-in, I had already missed the morning sessions, but I had arrived in time for lunch where my weekend would be kicking off with a…
I am about to rant about thongs. I’m sure you guessed that. This post is inspired by a recent time getting ready to go and sit near the pool. I had a pair of bottoms to go with my top that I would say probably technically fit, but that I would not feel comfortable wearing…