Backdrop My hair has always spoken on my behalf. Not just my hair; yours does it too. It communicates to the world about how you feel about the place you’re in at that moment. That up-do is telling me you’re having a fancy day. Your gnarly top-knot bun says you didn’t think we would run … Continue reading
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A Thanksgiving Fiasco: Part II – the backwoods
Just after Thanksgiving Fiasco Part 1 – the country club, the evening continued… The blizzard was coming in mightily. You see, in November of 1991, the world hadn’t begun to experience the benefits of global warming yet. We left straight from Thanksgiving dinner and planned to beat the storm by driving through the night. Dad … Continue reading
A Thanksgiving Fiasco: Part I – the country club
As a child, I had two strong opinions about myself. First, I considered myself to be quite fancy. Second, I didn’t consider myself to be a child at all. One morning when I was 6-years-old an earthquake interrupted my morning cartoons. A news caster came on the air and said that for any children watching, … Continue reading
WhoaMG! My Coworkers have Tinder
I’m single and I’m 30 – and I don’t want to be either. But what are ya gonna do? That’s not a rhetorical question. What Am I Going To Do? First, I’m going to lie about my age, then I’m going to do some online dating. Seemed like a rock solid plan, I thought. Well, … Continue reading
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Kale and the Amnesic Gold Fish
In Spring 2010, my travel buddy Erik and I were en route to Mount Rainier. We stayed overnight in Seattle with a friend on the way up to the mountains. We’d planned for regular houseguest kind of stuff – flowers, thank you notes, etc – but that only applies if your host doesn’t live in … Continue reading
Sie sind meine schuhe? // Are you my shoes?
The Expectation A hodgepodge of my friends were living in London in 2007. We were cool. Real cool. I thought I was Kate Moss, my boyfriend thought he was Pete Doherty, and my crüe drank gin from teacups and read the New Yorker in hard copies shipped from the US. It’s enough to make you audibly roll … Continue reading
You Keep the Label Maker
“I don’t know how to say this, but I think we need to break up?” I even used that up-talk that girls use when they can’t mold thoughts into declarative sentences. “I think you’re right,” he said back to my astonishment. Astonishment. Yea, he already knew. I mildly expected him to offer up reasons we … Continue reading
Stranger Danger
THE MEET It was Spring in Chicago. Well, that’s one way to put it. Another way, is to say that it was sometime between St Paddy’s and the Cubs opener, somewhere between Wrigleyville and Lincoln Park. This is the magical space where late 20-somethings transform into beer-hungry teenagers. I – with my sister and a … Continue reading
Peace and Love xoxo
I know a great pair of gals, a real case of yin and yang. The first is named Topanga. She was raised in Malibu, has long curly dark hair, and grew up to be a writer / modern dancer / yoga instructor. The second is named Addison. She was raised in an east coast prep … Continue reading
The Chicken Story
Sometimes people ask me to tell The Chicken Story because it answers a lot of questions, such as: Questions at the time – What is that noise coming from downstairs? – Why are there feathers all over my car? Questions that people ask today – Why were you laugh-crying during the opening scene of The … Continue reading
Moths to a Flame 