If you know me, you know I’m a super positive, optimistic person. But recently, I’ve noticed that I call a lot of things “the worst.” It’s just a phrase I use a lot, like “hard pass” (for things I’m sure I don’t want to do, e.g. go out after a post-day-drinking nap) and “hot magma” … Continue reading Things That I’ve Called “The Worst”
I’m not saying I have an actual physical list entitled “Things I Can Do To Be a Better Person;” that would be weird. Plus, my lists are usually scribbled keywords that I assume I’ll understand later, but don’t. (“Coats? Wash the coats? Take the coats out of storage? Buy coats for the coat drive? Tweet … Continue reading Items On My “Be a Better Person” List That I am Failing To Check Off
Hey Pervs, More specifically, hey, men I run into on the Words with Pervs Friends app. Usually I start my letters with “Dear,” but unlike Trader’s Joe’s Hold The Cone mini ice cream cones, you are decidedly not dear to me. So, um, hey. As my family will attest, I’m slightly obsessed with Words with Friends. I’ve … Continue reading Hey Pervs
Dear College Me, As I head back to college for my (our?) 20th reunion this weekend, I’m feeling nostalgic and reflective. If I could give myself a few pieces of advice, it would look something like this. Take it easy with the fashion I know it was a different time then, and I can forgive … Continue reading Dear College Me
I compartmentalize things, like I never start a new book until I’ve finished the old one (unless it’s absolutely unreadable – I’m looking at you, Tree of Codes). And sometimes I do it in a bad way. Like when I don’t think about vacation until I’ve finished my last day of work before we hit … Continue reading Expert Tips from a Last Minute Packer
I hope some of you caught the hilarious replies to Whitney Reynolds’ tweet, “Describe yourself as a male author would” a few weeks ago. (It’s worth going down the Twitter black hole if you haven’t.) After my daughter told me she didn’t want to get old if it meant having a saggy butt like mine, I … Continue reading Me, as Described by Child (Specifically, Mine) Authors
Apologies are powerful. I don’t mean the sad sack sorries women give when someone bumps into them, or when they ask for something at a restaurant (“Sorry, can I have a menu?”). I once apologized to a shelf for bumping into him/it. We need less of those kinds of apologies. But I’m talking about genuine … Continue reading Apologies
Dear Neighborhood Rocks, Thank you. And sorry. And EEEEEEEEEEEEE! My whole life I’ve loved to sing. I remember belting out Peabo Bryson’s “If Ever You’re In My Arms Again,” and feeling the emotion of every word. This time, I’ll hold you foreverrrrrr! There was a small window of time where I thought I was a … Continue reading Dear Neighborhood Rocks,
You might be wondering why I haven’t blogged in almost three weeks. Guys, I’ve been busy. How many blog posts did you write? (Don’t answer that if you wrote more than one.) Here’s what I’ve been doing: 1. Working. Yup. I have a job now, a real one where I have to be in the … Continue reading Things I’ve Been Doing Instead of Blogging
Guys, I’m really into the Olympics, specifically snowboarding, which is ironic since I’ve snowboarded approximately three times in my life, and during one of those times I got a killer black eye from a punch from the mountain. But seeing alleged human beings fly into the air and rotate their bodies in gravity-defying fashion is … Continue reading Olympic Events I Could Medal In
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