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the not so endless summer of home


making ALL the new friends and being super normal. An ex-marine, a PE teacher slash rugby player slash crossfit star, a documentary film-maker coming from the front-lines of Ukraine, a gorgeous gay farmer from Oklahoma, a Barbie-looking tv producer from... Continue Reading →

Utah – it’s Famtastic.


When you’re almost forty, sometimes it feels weird explaining the branches where your family tree split as a child and why you are posting pictures with gorgeous young men while hiking in exotic locations (if only because I get questions... Continue Reading →

Nine Shocks of Culture


if you know you know Whenever I come back to California, what I consider home-home, people always ask me what’s different. To say “just about everything” would be a cop-out, and not exactly true. I’ve lived abroad for almost a... Continue Reading →

16-18: AITA??, goodbyes, being Auntie Rachie.


The one where I realize I am a bit of an asshole.  In which I arrange for an "end of the year" staff photo, and arrive late. https://open.spotify.com/episode/7zmfKHWI1eZEs1t8UKpqL2?si=e56412885d464dd4 You might know the thread on Reddit (a popular online forum for... Continue Reading →

days 11-14: of playlists, first grade, my chin, aLone.


just me myself and all my personalities talking out loud and singing and narrating life at all times.

Days 5-10: Murder podcasts, how long is 20 minutes really, fish sperm clouds.


I did not wake up today thinking this would be the day I’d have to teach my fourth graders what sperm kinda is, alas, that was today.

twenty stupid minutes a day


In which I try to cultivate creativity and self-discipline and practice honest self-representation by blogging every day for 30 days. for twenty stupid minutes a day.

In the heavy of: fish, knee, HK, Auntie Life, love


in which I am possibly a cursed spinster.

trying to first date again


. . . and then one of you suggests you meet up. For a date. In person in real life face to face and well. This was the whole point in the first place, right? RIGHT?!!@

the end of the (dating) world


Hi, my name is Rachel, and I have seen the end of Tinder. Gather round, young ones, and I shall tell you my tale of woe.  sorry, but who wouldn't want to date a landshark?! I’ve often used this blog... Continue Reading →

Rachel and the Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling


I give you: The Case of the Shattered Glass Ceiling.

*cue MUSIC! Intense MUSIC!*

twenty20


Ah, New Year’s Eve; we meet again. The most anti-climatic of holidays. I have spent you in some pretty awesome ways - drinking on the streets in Hong Kong, singing in a piano bar on a ship in Antarctica, jumping... Continue Reading →

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