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 Wedding Fire
Maybe it’s because I just binge-watched 3 seasons of Downton Abbey, or because I went to a wedding in London recently, but my internal dialogue is running in an English accent. All I want to do is talk about the Dowager Countess, and Lady Mary, and Daisy, and horrible O’Brien, but I should tell a … Continue reading
Royal Flush
I am on a plane to San Francisco. Right now. When it was my turn at JFK airport security this morning, I handed the TSA agent my new horrible license (see picture) and a sheet of sudoku puzzles. I know, he was also confused. He looked at both sides of the paper, then asked, “Miss, … Continue reading
Caution: Teenagers
I babysat starting at the age of eight. I babysat all the time – in elementary school, in middle school, in high school, in college. And I was really bad at it. – To the parents I offered: cheap child care; my own ride home; a stream of good news about finishing homework, consuming vegetables, … Continue reading
I Feel Pretty
In the Spring of 2007, I was dating a true lad. He loved lager, played guitar in a band, and had dirty finger nails. They were always too short, chewed on, with cracked cuticles – just generally bad boy fingernails. Our lazy Sunday routine usually involved couch time and watching Planet Earth, before a traditional … Continue reading
