The Event of a Lifetime

I’m usually in my pajamas by seven, and in bed by nine-thirty. A party animal I am not.But that night, when the concert hadn’t started by the promised seven–and then …

Walmart Trunks

“I am so sorry,” I repeated for maybe the fortieth time as Mike and I walked through the automatic doors of a store we both didn’t want to enter. “No, …

BRF

Seeing as I am on an unexpected vacation, I have decided to have a little fun. Fun is something I have toremind myself to squeeze into my life, like haircuts …

Voulez-Vous?

“Voulez-vous avoir un rendez-vous avec moi?” “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” “Rendez-vous,” he pointed to me, pointed to himself. “Oh, no, no, merci,” I stammered, probably blushing. I hadn’t been …

I am a Rock, I am an Island

My lovely sponsor (yes, I do have one of those) has pointed out to me that I do not reach out to people nearly enough. Apparently, this is a key …

I Am Ironman. I Mean Woman. Ironwoman.

Maybe you can’t tell from this blog, but like most suburban white ladies with an inferiority complex andfive (okay, okay, ten) extra pounds hanging around her hips, I have moments …