My Letter to Fear
Based on interviews with women, these essays about life (and all of its funny, sad and ridiculous aspects) were published in 2014.
Cartoons
I turned on the TV this morning (hello, old friend!), and there is an animated morning show playing. I was intrigued by the very “girl power” dialogue that was being bandied about, so I’m sitting here watching for a minute. Also, the remote is all the way across the room, and the effort to get
Something in the Water
I’m not a strong conversationalist. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m particularly bad with strangers (by the way, I classify anyone who I have not known and spoken to every day for at least five years as a stranger). This leads to some fabulously awkward encounters, particularly when I’m a co-host of an event and trying
Reader Mail
And now for some reader mail (and also questions randomly thrown at me by people I know, but who refuse to send these questions to my email). Why don’t you write more consistently? I’m lazy. Also, I’m not allowed to write about work (day job has a specific policy, and I choose not to write
Random Friday Thoughts
Random Thought #1 Have you ever nearly taken out office-mates in a mad dash to see who could get the last ½ of a bagel that has been sitting in a box for 4 hours? There is something about free food, even leftovers, that makes individuals act like they’ve been stranded on an abandoned island
Bonding: Day 3 (Escape from New York)
My birthday is tomorrow. I will be “old as ass”. So, on this night before I turn “old as ass”, I’ve curled up in the darkness to reflect upon my life with the ferocity usually reserved for New Year’s Eve. Naturally, my immediate thoughts return to my recent trip to New York—specifically, the final day.
Bonding: Day 1 Part B
Lest you believe that all I ever do is complain, I will now create an upside/downside list of my experiences thus far to bring some balance to the equation: Upside: TCA officer named Casey checked my boarding pass today. I should mention that Casey was very, very attractive. So if you are reading this Casey
Bonding: Day 1
I am sitting in the departure lounge thinking profound thoughts like: How often is the freeway closed at 4:30 in the morning? Wondering why I brought along a curling iron, and why it seemed lethal this morning? Upgrading my ticket might have been easier had all my ff miles not expired (probably yesterday). Is wondering
Bets Can be Costly
I lost a bet. No, not the one with God that has resulted in the life I’m currently leading. It started when I recklessly tried to employ irony, and ended when I foolishly agreed to go clubbing with LD. No, I’m not kidding. I’m now contractually obligated to go clubbing. And no, “clubbing” is not