This story is a dangerous trifecta of boring things: waiting in line, parking a car, and a missing third item needed to complete a trifecta. Context We’re fairly new to Los Angeles, so we do everything wrong. I might send an email that doesn’t contain an exclamation point (!), or ask how to say ayurvedic, or eat meat … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
There are a few solid ways to rot your brian: Sipping the sizzup (thank you Lil’ Wayne), or Dropping a sheet of acid (thank you SLC Punk video!), and/or Getting preggers (thank you Michelle Duggar). I just found a new one, which is logging long flights in a short period of time. Some of us … Continue reading
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
For college, I went to a nerd school. Nerdwestern. And it was amazing. We showed up to legions of like-minded kids who read for fun and debated recreationally. As a girl, this was cool with me, but my three dude engineer friends wanted to meet chicks like they’d seen in R-rated college movies. More specifically, … Continue reading
Moths to a Flame 