Once upon a time I lived in Germany. And one day I went to a ball at Heidelberg Castle. True story. And that's where the glamour ends. Cuz this story is about me. It was summer. There were lots of people in the dining hall. There was no air-conditioning. I was pregnant, was wearing a... Continue Reading →
Text to my family: "We are all fine. We have plenty of water and all the fresh corn we can eat." *** The kids and I have taken a road trip across the country to visit my family. The two weeks leading up to the trip had been pretty par for the Fishburne course-- *... Continue Reading →
It's PCS season, moving season. It is usually around this time, the two-year mark, that I become surly, jealous, restless, and resentful as I watch friends and strangers pack up their lives and get ready to start over somewhere else. I love moving. I love the prospect of arriving at a new place where nobody... Continue Reading →
I did it. I'm blonde. It took 5 hours to go from dark to light, but what journey of great magnitude doesn't take a long time? As I sat there, suffering under the process that would transform me from my obsidian depths to sunny brilliance, I could not help but meditate on the spiritual and... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
