Happy 4th of July, my friends! And here’s to our independence. My independence is a gift. The fact that I can jet off to beautiful places across the globe and feel at home, the fact that I can live on my own 3,000 miles from home. I can work and...
This is a letter on behalf of all women to the “nice boys:” Boys, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you walk me home and carry my shopping bags. I’m sorry for using you as some backassed shrink whenever I had questions about whatever asshole I happened to be dating...
You may have noticed from my Bucket List post that I’m a little behind on my driving… stuff. Technically, I was taught to drive by a boyfriend when I was 14. But I never really got around to getting my license (for a variety of reasons, all somewhere rooted in...
Here’s to you, old friend. Here’s to our mornings together Latte in hand, feet propped, reading. Here’s to my black-stained hands, my saliva fingers, Evidence of our daily love affair. Here’s to the quick, finite snip of scissors, My sad, hopeless attempt to keep you with me a little while...
I’ve named my computer (Lloyd, if you were wondering…), I have a blackberry, a digital camera, the works. But having a billion technologies doesn’t necessarily simplify my life. For one, I’m about as techno-savvy as my Alzheimer’s-ridden grandmother. I drop things, I leave things behind in foreign countries, even the...
Imagine how different the world would be if all the world leaders had puppies. …dog people rock....
Soooo every New Years, instead of make some lame resolution that I’ll forget before Presidents’ Day, I write down (or type out) a Bucket List of various things I hope to achieve that year. Some I’ve never done and some I just want to do more. All need to be...