Last week I was running barefoot through the Sahara…
Today I reenacted the opening sequence to the Dick Van Dyke Show in my living room (Yes, I am that old…
There are a million pieces in here. Why are there so many pieces? It was like I went to the lumber yard and just purchased random pieces of wood in different sizes. Just looking at it made me sleepy…and not in the “wow, can’t wait to put this new bed together and sleep on it” sleepy, no sleepy…
A stranger in a strange-ish land: a freelancers journey
What is this place, and why is it so cold here? I can’t see the sun…or is it raining, I can’t tell. There is no natural light here, just these cold lights…these cold florescent lights that just seem to magnify the coldness of the room.
I don’t know at what point I started to clutch my (figurative) pearls. I think it just sort of sneaks up on you suddenly…like daily glasses of wine and dairy. There comes this weird unannounced moment in your life when you ask someone to turn down the music, it becomes slightly…
“I read your story. I didn’t think you remembered that time. It was the only time you would talk to me.”
Every time I hear the beginning of that song coming from my phone I get anxious. I had settled on the Beastie Boys’ Sabotage after…
It was a hot day here on the Bayou…oh sorry, I meant Manhattan. The type of heat that would bake your bread, and the type of humidity that would melt your butter. The type of heat that would cause you to speak as if you are sitting on a veranda in the southest south…sipping a Mint Julep…in a big straw…
I roll my eyes as my dad starts to talk about those 4+ hour trips we used to take to Massachusetts back to boarding school…again. He would always drive me, solo, or with friends from the city who needed a ride back to school. At one point, I could tell how far away we were from school by…
There is an interesting dynamic between mothers and their grown daughters, or maybe it’s the other way around. The push and pull of establishing yourself as a grownup in your parents’ eyes and that never-ending need for parental (emotional) support can make for many misunderstandings…
As a natural planner you assume that by putting certain things in place you can control the results…hilarious right? After actually writing that sentence down I realize how comical it sounds, but isn’t that how we were raised? You make good decisions and…
Halong Bay, Vietnam
I had no idea what day it was there…or in New York…or honestly anywhere. We had been traveling for days, and this was the fourth city we had been in in a week…maybe two…who knows, it was all a blur by this point. I would love to describe…
