Is Work Only Work If You’re Getting Paid?
It’s finally that time of year.
That time of year when The Cold is (hopefully) officially gone and the world is full of Oz-like color and life feels like it’s worth living again.
It’s finally that time of year.
That time of year when The Cold is (hopefully) officially gone and the world is full of Oz-like color and life feels like it’s worth living again.
Yesterday I met a man — he had to be in his 70’s — who’s never tried coffee.
He’s never tried coffee.
Like, not even once. Read the rest of this gem…
The thing I’ve realized through this whole friends-making process is that each of us has a Friendship Resume. Read the rest of this gem…
Apparently yesterday was National Siblings Day.
I’ve never heard of it before, haven’t verified its authenticity, and in fact would not have heard of it yet if not for the veritable explosion of sibling dedication photos splattered all over Facebook. Read the rest of this gem…
Me: I’m really wishing I’d been smart enough to keep champagne on-hand — not to celebrate the completion of these renovations, but so that when the flooring guy calls, like he did this morning to say he won’t be here until tomorrow, I’d have something acceptable to drink before 9:00 a.m. Read the rest of this gem…
When I was probably around 14 or 15, I remember opening a Christmas gift from my grandma. Or maybe it was from my mother. Or probably, more realistically, it was a collaborative gift from the two of them, designed at a minimum to humiliate, and at its worst to force me into the terrifying realm of early adulthood. Read the rest of this gem…
Truth: When it comes to home renovation (or decorating or craft or basically anything) projects, I’m a wee bit of a massively overbearing perfectionist. Read the rest of this gem…
Okay.
Sometimes in your adult life, you find yourself in situations you thought you’d covered — and I mean been-there-done-that-dead-and-buried-it kind of covered — when you were a kid. And it didn’t really occur to you that you might have to do it again. Read the rest of this gem…
There comes a time in every girl’s life —
(or in my case, multiple times)
— when she just has to step away. Read the rest of this gem…
Look.
I’m not one of those “workey outie” kinds of people.
I don’t get high off of endorphins and I don’t take selfies of my meticulously toned body parts —
(except that one time in 2011) Read the rest of this gem…