I got yelled at in The Palace at Versailles. Twice. There are over 700 rooms at Versailles. No bathrooms, mind you. But that’s a story for another time. A pretty, um, unhygienic one about how u...
I don’t remember why exactly I stopped writing here. It wasn’t really even gradual, I don’t think. One day I was writing regularly, an exercise that was good for my mental health and frankl...
*Blows the dust off of this screen* Tap, tap, tap. So, anything new happen since I last posted? Just jokes friends because OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS. Are there any other words, honestly? The last t...
In June 2006, my boy walked across his classroom in a paper hat and yarn tassel to officially become a junior kindergarten graduate. I cried, of course. He loved Star Wars, LEGO, The Packers, Su...
Welcome to BonkersLand, folks, where if you find yourself with toilet paper or kosher chicken you are a golden god. BonkersLand, where my germophobic last 41.5 years have fully prepared me for th...
For a chronic oversharer, — Yes. It’s true. OMG, today I gave a ride to two people with whom I work peripherally, but barely know at all — it’s a long story but we were going to the sa...
Things that still give me anxiety even with the anti-anxiety medication: Being late. My elderly dog, who is now completely blind and terrified of the steps in our home. Finding parking downtown...
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“The right now you, well it’s the best you. Best in a long time.” —Isabella Martell It’s a feeling I could barely describe, even when I sat in front of my doctor. “I just want to fee...
I’ve been thinking a lot about comfort zones. I’m sure it all started when I began this latest 9-5 working girl journey. Working from home in your pajamas? Comfortable. Putting on tights and ...
I had lunch with a friend yesterday. Now, before you go and start pegging me as a lady who lunches, I’ll just put it out there that I have done this roughly four times in my adult life. It’s ...