At Least They're Committed

Wisps of high- and lowlighted bangs fall down my forehead and over my eyes. Perfect! I’m really beginning to like my hair! When the back grows out a little more, it will be just right. Comments in the six weeks since I cut my hair: Every female I know: “Oh my God! It’s so you, so… Read more

Gearin’ up to run on the treadmill for a couple miles, interval style, then grab some beer and some wings and get back before the USA-Canada hockey final at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver! Yes!!! All right, yes. I admit I’ve paid little attention to the Olympics this go round and who could blame… Read more

I promised him I’d start writing again, maybe digging out all of my old stuff and putting it on the blog for posterity — the good the bad and the otherwise. “I wrote a young adult fiction novel,” I’d told him between sighs and small sobs a couple months back. “I was thinking maybe I… Read more

Hoooly shit! What a night! Six glasses of red wine, myriad drunk “I love you man” texts and a couple new friends later, I somehow made it home in one piece thanks to the fact I wasn’t driving! I didn’t buy any of Tonya’s drinks, though, which I guess means I’ll have to take her… Read more

“Um, you’ve alluded to being whisked — or is it whisted? — away three times now,” he says. “Whisked.” “Well, that’s what I thought, but that sounds like what you do to eggs,” he says. “It is. Same premise,” I reply and I try to use hand gestures to awkwardly demonstrate the whole ‘whisking’ bit.… Read more

The girl on the bus on the way home kept sobbing and I was listening to my iPod, to A7, to Backstreet Boys and, oh, how I love the songs by One Republic and Carolina Liar! But I could not escape her pain and so, sobbing myself on her behalf, I moved and sat by… Read more