This is our cat, Autumn. Autumn is the queen of our household. We joke that if the house caught fire, Dave would grab Autumn and leave me to fend for… Read more Meet the Queen →
All my life I've fancied myself an artist. Give me a pencil and I will sketch. Give me clay and I will shape it into something cool.
Now I see that written word is much like working with clay or paint in that I can write, erase and re-write to convey my ideas and feelings, and hopefully, create a work of art.
If you’ve been with me for a while, you’ll recall that I have a fondness for the concept of minimalism. I’ve never gone on a rampage and thrown out all… Read more Minimalism – The Struggle is Real →
I haven’t felt much like writing lately. I have felt more like burrowing deep into my home and not coming out for an indeterminate amount of time. I suppose we… Read more The Hermit Life →
“Let’s do a family video chat soon,” Mom wrote in her email. “Let’s pick a time when you can all be available next Sunday.” How lovely, I thought. We haven’t done a… Read more Life Rerouted →
I was just thinking that it’s been about 2 years since I’ve been to Amsterdam. I really liked it there. I felt like I could live there. Maybe I did,… Read more Hello from the Other Side (of the Atlantic) →
Below is another Toastmasters speech I gave – just last night, actually! It was inspired by a book I read recently, called The Radium Girls; The Dark Story of America’s… Read more The Radium Girls →
“Get it! GET IT!” my teammates shout as the gleaming white volleyball hurtles toward me like a meteor. More defensively than athletically, I stick my palm outward to shove the ball away from my face. My face – always the target of flying objects – as if all the surgical trauma wasn’t enough. The ball makes an unsatisfying thwack sound as it makes contact with my hand. Seconds later it hits the floor. Everyone groans. The gym teacher’s whistle blasts piercingly and we rotate. I shuffle into the next spot,… Read more 7th Grade Gym Class Hell →
It was a busy Friday at work. I was the receptionist at a small insurance company – a job I loathed, but was too insecure and full of self-doubt to do anything about it at the time. I’d been ignoring the urge to pee so I could finish distributing the mail and putting people’s used coffee cups into the dishwasher before my boss could find something to nitpick about. When I finally made it to the bathroom, I was surprised that, although I felt like I had to go urgently,… Read more Throwback Thursday: A Cursed Weekend →