Year: 2010

i want

I’m afraid to have babies. I kind of don’t want to. But there was a moment on Friday night at our friend’s father’s house during her 30th birthday party. It was the day after Thanksgiving and the house was packed with family. It...

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mixtape 4: 80s redux

In 1983, when I was three years old, I told my mother that Duran Duran was my favorite band and that I was in love with Knight Rider’s David Hasselhoff. While this doesn’t give me supreme cultural ownership over the...

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letters. to my FACE.

I know this is hardly an original concept, but eh. Sometimes I have to quit trying to be all perfect and just write something, anything, and hit publish. Mmkay? Mmkay. ********* Dear husband, Really? Is it really necessary to...

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wait for it

Lately, I have a real thing for hummus. I cannot get enough of it. I desire it with the heat of a trillion fiery suns. I want to fill a kiddie pool and marinate myself in a hummus bath. If I could inject it directly into my...

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mixtape 2: a study in frustration

Okay. First off, let me preface this post by saying that WordPress.com blocks embedding except from a select few whitelisted websites, of which Mixpod isn’t one. I tried all sorts of code to trick it WordPress into...

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the true patriot

On Monday night, I stopped into Nordstrom. I was out browsing for a black clutch to use at a foncy wedding1 I’m attending this weekend, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to check out Nordstrom’s wares. Turns out...

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mixtape 1: but i’m a creep

I wanted to get on board with this Mixtape Masters thing last week, when Angie and Ashley first kicked off this music-sharing effort, but at the time I was up to my eyebrows in a catalog deadline. No more. So. A few short days...

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progress

The other week, I bought a bag. A shoulder bag. You know, one of those things that normal people call a purse.1 The following week, I bought another one. Now I have two “bags.” One is grey, and the other is brown. I...

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love and support

Last night we went to a wedding, and the beau proceeded to get kinda… toasty. I brought him home and put him to bed, and while I was finishing up in the bathroom we had the following exchange: Me: “I feel guilty for...

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