Displaced TexanWoman on the JobI probably talk to my parents more often than I should, though I tend to play it cool, and act like it’s only to let them know I’m alive…Jul 18, 2015Jul 18, 2015
Displaced TexanI had one of those days where people looked at me like I had something stuck in my teeth.Jul 17, 2015Jul 17, 2015
Displaced TexanConversation with my mom can get small…very small.I’m grateful my mother isn’t critical. She doesn’t make snide comments about my weight or the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend even…Jul 3, 2015Jul 3, 2015
Displaced TexanWedding FingerI have a cheap, fake gold ring that I occasionally wear whenever I manage to find it again. I am the worst about jewelry, which wasn’t the…Jun 30, 2015Jun 30, 2015
Displaced Texan“You work too hard.”I was talking to my dad the other day when he interrupted me to say that. He also went on to mention that I talk too much about my job…Jun 25, 2015Jun 25, 2015
Displaced TexanBarbie“Not again,” I whined. I held Barbie’s head in one hand, and her bikini-clad body in the other. We were probably too old to be playing…Feb 8, 2015Feb 8, 2015
Displaced TexanMagic BeansI wanted to start 2015 off right, but I winded up spending it going to three different grocery stores on the Upper East Side in search of…Jan 4, 2015Jan 4, 2015
Displaced TexanThe MemorialWhen I arrived at the World War II Memorial, I scanned a sea of gray-headed old men with miniature American flags fastened to the back of…Jan 3, 2015Jan 3, 2015
