Here’s the thing about grand life adventures, y’all. If you approach them with the right attitude, they are awesome. They are exhilarating and challenging and bring the world into bright, vivid focus in a way that normal life makes tough to achieve. They are also exhausting. I have hit that point in this grand adventureContinue reading “In defense of the boring birthday”
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The proper tool for the job
For 2 whole minutes I struggled and swore at the bed frame. You see, about an hour earlier, I’d heard the reluctant voice of my movers: “Uh, ma’am?” Setting aside that it still weirds me out to be “ma’am” to anyone, it’s never good to hear that tone; usually that means your favorite cherished breakableContinue reading “The proper tool for the job”
On snow, cops and New Year’s Eve
So, remember, dear readers, when I and two awesome ladies spent New Year’s Eve in Strasbourg, France, backs to the wall, praying we wouldn’t witness the fiery death of a 50-foot Christmas tree as drunk and jubilant unsupervised French people set off whatever fireworks they could get their drunk and jubilant hands on? Read hereContinue reading “On snow, cops and New Year’s Eve”
Happy Holidays from Boston
I’ve been Boston for 20 days now, not counting my little “training” visit back in November. And I have a problem. I can’t seem to figure out what to say about it. The problem is that this whole thing, this whole adventure – it doesn’t feel real. I keep waiting for the conference to endContinue reading “Happy Holidays from Boston”
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 helpContinue reading “Feelin’ lucky in Boston”
Everything and a Racehorse 