youth gone wild
As I hurtle ever closer to 31, I’m starting to get a little… panicky. Unlike others,...
Read MoreAs I hurtle ever closer to 31, I’m starting to get a little… panicky. Unlike others,...
Read MoreSigh. Every day is an exercise in futility. Oh, what? I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you...
Read MoreThe beau had been traveling for work last week, so after he got home on Thursday night I told him about what Angie and Clare and Aisling had put together for International Women’s Day. I told him about the post I wrote for...
Read MoreThree things. Well, two things, and a story. First. Thank you so much for all your thoughts and insight on my job situation. You guys will probably not be disappointed to find out that my final decision was to go with...
Read MoreThe other day I was sitting on a couch talking with a friend when all of a sudden, my brain left my body. Not physically, mind you — though that would be a great party trick.1 No, I became hyperconscious of what exactly my body...
Read MoreSCENE Fifth grade. I am standing in a courtyard between buildings. I am wearing glasses, a white and red t-shirt printed with illustrated dalmatian puppies and hearts, and pink cotton leggings tucked into purposefully mismatched...
Read MoreWe were honeymooning on Vancouver Island. On the drive from Ucluelet to the ferry terminal in...
Read MoreLately, 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...
Read MoreOn 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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