A Letter To My Neighbors. Part Deux.
Dear College Boys Next Door:
It’s been a while since I’ve written you last. The neighborhood has been fresh and calm, abuzz with the sounds and smells of spring.
The Trick To Aloneness Is Not Feeling Lonely.
I’ve been in a weird place lately. Read the rest of this gem…
Honestly. It Was About As Romantic As Baseball And A Butt-Cut.
“So… um… don’t enjoy the game too much.” Justin laughed, but it was the nervous kind — the obvious kind you don’t have to be married for 8 years to hear and know that he’s not really joking.
I Get Knocked Down.
In high school, I wasn’t exactly what you’d call one of the “popular girls.”
I don’t know. It probably had something to do with my frizzy hair… purple braces… geeky glasses… lack of fashion sense… tendency to blink during photos.
Take your pick. Read the rest of this gem…
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.
The Takeaway Is That Coffee Is Awesome And Parents Are Always Wrong.
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 Friendship Formula — It’s All About Your Resume.
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…
As Far As Holidays Go, I Can Think Of Worse.
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…
There Are Probably Too Many Bras In This Post.
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…
On Making New Friends: Attempt Numbers 2, 3, and 76.
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…