I got the idea from reading Alice Steinbach’s Without Reservations, which I very much enjoyed and would recommend. So, six weeks ago I sat down with a croissant, a café au lait, and a pen and I wrote. I wanted to capture the moment, the little and the great, the feeling of being there if only [...]
Some words are of such a nature that you print them out, fold the paper, tuck it into a beloved book or journal. The words are eloquent, poignant, memorable. You allow yourself to believe they are about you. In times of doubt, you revisit them and are assured. I write when someone moves me… the words [...]
People have this unsurprising tendency to come and go from my life- how dare they! In truth, I recognize it happens to all of us. But it’s strange how all the quirks of your knowing them- all The Days That Have Meaning- go along with the person. Except that they don’t really. The memory of [...]
It’s Friday: day of general workweek malaise and bated breath whilst the clock ticks toward weekendedness. In honor of the collective disinterest in being productive, “I Salute You” Fridays are buoyed by recent pop culture achievements according to me (which in some cases kindly lend themselves to time-wasting strategies for the greater good of humanity). [...]
Remember this? And this? And this too? This is where I’ll be, topless and tanning, INSTEAD of playing baby games at that bullshit “Couple’s Shower.“ Oopsie. I’m sure that will go over real well. Sixteen days and counting!
I got a ring for Valentine’s Day. Well, first there was a kickass cheese platter which brought great joy to my heart. Then, there was a home-cooked meal involving Cornish game hens, pastas, and cheesecake. And after, there was a little blue box. I sat there feeling both genuinely surprised by “a serious gift” on [...]
On Saturday, I hopped on the bus to mail a birthday/ Christmas present to a friend, but when I arrived at the Post Office (ANNEX!), I was shot down. The whole two-story building’s operations boiled down to one lady behind a desk just inside a door-front, asking “Does this already have postage?” Seriously, how would that be [...]
