Craigh Na Closet

My family recently had occasion to celebrate a huge milestone event. Photos were taken.  Anxiety and Excitement, meant to be taken like swift shots of tequila and then ridden out before the taste could settle, turned into a waterboarding theme park. Toddlers were in rare form. Parking was challenging. Winds rendered time spent on arranging hair pointless. Lighting was harsh.... Continue Reading →


Cover Story

I've been listening to 90s alternative rock while I exercise. It blasts me back to when I was young and everything was possible. And I mean everything. Tooling down the halls of my high school, totally oblivious to my surroundings for much of the time-- was I concerned with what I had made on that... Continue Reading →

The Stream of Consciousness One

This one isn't going to flow very well. Unless you ADORE James Joyce. Then you just might love this one. James Effing Joyce was the bane of my existence in grad school. I was tasked with reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man not once, not twice, but THREE times. And each time... Continue Reading →

Fight Manager

This is to be the last year of my 30s. Which doesn't really bother me. But I'm becoming more and more acutely aware that no matter how blithe my attitude toward fitness, how youthful my culinary choices ( #tatertots), or how in touch with fashion my In Style keeps me, the fact is: aging is... Continue Reading →

No Filter. No Excuse. No Escape.

I just posted a very nicely filtered photo from my Instagram account which I use primarily for business purposes. I adore filters. Make-up is my love language. "Me, but enhanced" is my next tattoo. "Lipstick" is my middle name. You get the idea. But in reality, I feel like crap and am doing laundry in... Continue Reading →

Stupidity: A Christmas Story

Do you ever get random unusual words stuck in your head for a couple of days? Archipelago. Stuck Words either bother me or delight me. I like how they feel when I say them out loud when everyone is gone and I’m doing laundry or walking to check the mail. I may not even be... Continue Reading →

There’s No “I” in Jehovah…wait…

So. Everyone I know has cancer. Or might have cancer. Or has beaten cancer. It is a massive percentage of my thought process each day and, these days, pretty much consumes my Facebook experience entirely. I have had this thought: "So help me--if I don't get assailed with photos of an overachieving child or subjected... Continue Reading →

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