Overtures

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

Something is happening with my dad. Overtures have been made. A phone call here or there. An email. A text. A question that asks “Are you happy? I hope that you’re happy.” An invite for lunch when he’s in town for a business meeting. He’s trying, but it’s all very peculiar.
My heart isn’t necessarily hardened [...]

Late Twenties Rebellion

Monday, April 12th, 2010

I never rebelled growing up. I’ve always been a reliable, “good” daughter. And yet, the verbal maneuvering and emotional posturing of my mother is resulting in a late twenties rebellion.
Our phone conversation last night began innocuously enough. How’s work, what did you do this weekend, how was the movie, let’s plan Mother’s Day, and the [...]

Choosing the Walk of Shame

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

For the foreseeable future, I will continue to live in the same apartment. I will continue to live alone. Financially, it makes sense (the rent will have gone up only $35 in six years), but I wonder if there isn’t something more to it than that.
Although I’ve lived in this particular apartment for five years [...]

Change of Lat[t]itude

Friday, March 26th, 2010

I broke away from the tourist trap photo line to the entrance fee counter and customs, then whisked over to baggage claim where my suitcase was the third onto the conveyer belt, and finally plowed through the flurry of men grabbing at my paperwork and bag in an attempt to gain a tip or a [...]

Race Relations in the Race to the Altar

Friday, February 12th, 2010

I haven’t posted in a week. I’ve been stewing over something that I’m not exactly sure how to appropriately articulate, and lo and behold it has to do with another one of my friends.
There we sat, discussing a friend of a friend and the outlandish lengths she’s gone to in order to meet “someone,” expanding [...]

Christmas Day Ave Maria

Friday, December 11th, 2009

Every year about this time I think of that Christmas years ago; the excitement of having a houseful of family, the first Christmas for my family in years that an actual child would open presents- my then five year-old cousin. There was not one, but two Christmas trees that year. Not one, but two sets of [...]

Preggers Scare ‘09

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

I mostly blame that show, “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant.” Have you seen it? Who am I kidding, of course you have. That thing is like a freaking car crash. You don’t want to watch it, but you do with that perma-frown of disgust on your face. In fact, if you’re anything like me, [...]