I like blogging Sundays. I think of it as Jesus' birthday or something heathen-like, despite all my years as a Christian. I'm like, "hey! Jesus! We should have donuts about you today!" Here's what happened this Sunday. My alarm -... Continue Reading →
Fav songs - "kindness" by David Wilcox. GUYS - if you need to romance a lady, this song will make her melt into estrogen and feels. Also loving "team" and everything else by Lorde, AND "Mine Would Be You" by... Continue Reading →
The problem with social media is we believe what we see. Via Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, etc., we form opinions of each other. In a more devious and dangerous vein, we work to form others' opinions of ourselves. We post... Continue Reading →
Fifteen days ago, I drove from California to North Carolina, to move with, but not in with, my boyfriend. Leading up to this move, everyone assumed we were moving in together, and seemed shocked we weren't. Or, they didn't seem shocked, and... Continue Reading →
His name was James. He was a teacher. He was happier and more polite than anyone should be. He was older, tan, brown hair, and always ordered a number 23 with jack cheese to go. And he would leave a... Continue Reading →
His name was Aaron. Something about the way that he debated with our Global Studies 101 professor made me all twitter pated. Later that week, biking out to Sandspit Beach, I pedaled past him and a friend. He was as... Continue Reading →
I've kept a diary most of my life, the last few year's have been a public one on this blog and others. I don't know if it's the new Pinterest habit that's gotten me thinking so craftily, but I thought... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: I am not engaged, I am not fishing for a proposal from my boyfriend, I am not in a rush to get married. But. I am a girl. And we love weddings. I am free-falling fallen into the abyss... Continue Reading →
There is a great moment in "A League of Their Own" (watch it here), when Dottie is planning on going back to Oregon with her husband Bob, and her manager confronts her about her choice: Jimmy Dugan: Shit, Dottie, if... Continue Reading →