I’ve been writing here since 2008, so here’s where you’ll find everything from that time I got a hairbrush stuck in my hair at a conference in Chicago to inane reflections on spiders, from memories of setting teapots on fire to social commentary on bra sizing, from funny to serious and back again. To parpaphrase a current favorite band of mind, I hope you have fun. Thanks for stopping by!
An Open Letter to Dave Barry
Let's just say I am not one of the world's naturally-gifted kazooers, a sentence I never expected to write.
Evening in the Stacks: Sparkle and Spurs
I walk in the doors and inhale, smelling the slightly sweet, dusty scent of old paper. I walk straight to my favorite section and stop…
Will Exercise for Food
I don't exercise because I love exercise. I exercise because I love food. I like fitness in theory, but to me it's more of a…
Shiloh Happened
I returned to Plush Toy Armageddon. I'd like to think they went quickly; the plush snake, the adorable alligator, the blue thing that I-don't-know-what-it-was.
A Name By Any Other Name
It's like the person entering the information just gave up and started typing with their face.
'Tis the Season
How we all made it to third grade is a mystery.
The Walking-Faster-Than-You-Think Dead
Three seasons into it, I just started watching The Walking Dead. I adore the films of Frank Darabont - you may know him as the…
Death by Scuba
And really, who wouldn't want to dive in a place called the Snake Pit?
Gran's 96th Birthday
Why would we take you to a place called Testi
"All ready for Monday?"
"Yes, except I don't know what we're doing."
"That's because it's a surprise. You know how to dress. You know when you're getting picked up, right?"
"Yes, but...you're not going to tell me, are you?"
"No."
"Hmmmphh."
My grandma is pretty amazing. She's turning 96 on Monday. I wanted to
A Strange Wind Blows at Blarney Castle
It may take a village to raise a child, but it takes significantly fewer adults to sacrifice a young person to the capricious gods of gravity.
The Windy City versus the Hairbrush of Doom
The new one was slightly heavier than my normal hairbrush, a seemingly unimportant factor that I would soon deeply regret.
Dad's Laughter
It's been almost six years since we lost dad. What a great phrase - lost dad - like we accidentally misplaced him and he'll show…