Sorry Darcy, I’m Just Not That Into You.
Some women idolize Mr. Darcy. Not me. Here's why I'm just not that into him. Repost from 2009.
12 for 2012
This year, I'm working on 12 for 2012. Twelve what? Resolutions, fiats, or grand schemes. Whatever they are, the 12 for 2012 list is going to happen.
Facts About Texas (As Compiled By An Outsider)
The other night, I started randomly compiling a list of facts about Texas. I was emailing a friend, it was late, and I was in one of those cheeky moods that only happen when you hit the sweet spot of lack of sleep and good cheer. He replied that I needed to post them, so...
Hello Holidays!
December is my favorite month of the year. It’s hardly a secret. I fall in love with it all over again every year. Last year, I said hello to the month from Puerto Rico, while on the adventure of a lifetime. The ocean greeted me in from my hotel room in Arecibo. I’m not one to repeat...
Life in Space, Intermediary Space
“Are you sad to be leaving?” A friend and coworker asked me the question on Friday. I thought about the question. Sad? No. Perhaps I should have felt more sadness but the emotion wasn’t there. Most of my emotions weren’t there. The night before, I had stayed up late at the little house, packing up...
Choose Joy
I’m republishing this post from May. October has already been a killer month. I’m in bed, coughing up my lungs with a case of bronchitis. Deadlines have rushed past me. My head is spinning with possibilities. This post however, is as true today as it was true in May. There were plenty of moments...
Social Media Friends
I don’t remember the first time Lauren and I “met.” Or even how we met. Who we met through. In the vague world of Twitter, it can be hard to pin down the moment when you first run into another person. We didn’t know if it was Ally Spotts or Lauren Dubinsky who did the introducing...
Me? Lucky? No…
“I don’t get why all these things happen to you.” “”What do you mean?” “You know. You just must be a lucky person.” Really? The last time I checked, I pay taxes, take my clothes to a dingy laundromat, and still haven’t won the lottery. I think if I were lucky, I would be the...
Don’t Forget to Blink
“I think there’s something wrong with her eyes.” My mother glanced over at me, her cool blue eyes meeting my wild green, before she turned her attention back to the handsome optometrist. “They get really dry and then she just cries. She’s not upset or anything, she just cries.” As the oldest daughter and one...
