Dreamgirl

I don’t have a vaguely interesting back story for this post; it’s just the culmination of years of self-examination and, finally, realization. (Remember, I’m the girl who puts the anal in analyze.) So I’m just going to hit you with it....

Ducks and horses

The Backstory: Yesterday a friend and I were discussing the recent NYU-Replyallcalypse and he got stuck on one of the goofy Reply-All messages sent to the giant list of recipients. (Really, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, click the link I...

Never too late

I’ve never been enamored by seemingly impossible feats that some people feel compelled to attempt just to prove they can. Walking across Niagara Falls on a tightrope? Pointless. Jumping the Snake River Canyon on a motorcycle? Ridiculous. Swimming from Cuba to...

Living in now

When new people came to visit, I’d give them a quick tour of the house so that they’d know where to find things. It didn’t matter where I lived–the tiny, fairy tale brick house that was the first to carry my name on a deed, the sprawling ranch...