Feelin’ lucky in Boston

So, wow. It’s been quite an adventure these last weeks. I’ve landed myself a new job, visited Boston to get a taste of that job, found an apartment, returned to Arkansas, had Cookiefest, threw myself a party that people actually came to, had Thanksgiving, had many a poignant goodbye, packed up half of my life with the helpContinueContinue reading “Feelin’ lucky in Boston”

How do I handle this?

I’m independent, y’all. Fiercely so. Having lived most of my 37 years without a live-in partner of any kind (apologies to my college roomies, but ours was a different relationship), I am usually totally equipped to handle big life changes, because, after all, I’ve been the one who talks myself through most of them.  MyContinueContinue reading “How do I handle this?”

Why I didn’t meet your eye last week

I began my life in New England, and now, after a Mid-Southern interlude, I’m back (well, almost). While living the Mid-South, I would often hear the following phrase: “Oh, New Englanders aren’t that friendly. They never meet your eye.” This always distressed me a little. After all, I am a New Englander. But surely I’mContinueContinue reading “Why I didn’t meet your eye last week”

Being in Boston, Chapter 1

“Oh, I love that dirty water…Boston you’re my home.” No, that’s not me waxing lyrical with a popular sports anthem; that’s what a mom and her two daughters were singing as springer spaniel Molly (more on her later) and I took our evening constitutional through the brownstones of Boston tonight. I haven’t taken many photosContinueContinue reading “Being in Boston, Chapter 1”

The Liebster Award

So imagine my delight when a friend-from-another-life, the awesome Liz, who will soon be my neighbor in Boston (eeeeek!), and is also a writer blogging about her novel-writing process (and being funny about it, to boot), nominated me for a Liebster Award, which as far as I can tell, is a self-perpetuating cycle of bloggyContinueContinue reading “The Liebster Award”