I realized for the first time the other night - after watching a romantic comedy and just a week and a half shy of my 36th birthday - that there is no Knight in Shining Armor. I also realized - with slap-to-the-face, punch-to-the-gut certainty - that the Romantic Comedy is not going to happen for... Continue Reading →

Yesterday I did two bad things that I still haven't forgiven myself for. I am a naturally superstitious person, though I tend not to tell people because I realize it's silly and I'm usually able to brush off things like walking under ladders, or black cats running across my path. I can manage things like driving through... Continue Reading →

About six months ago one of my oldest, dearest friends started planning a birthday trip, asking his closest friends to come along if they could.  I was the first person to sign on. I said, yes, absolutely, I will go wherever you ask. I'm poor but I'll start saving. New Orleans, Yes! San Diego, Yes!... Continue Reading →

I have a fear of going home. This has been happening since the day I drove away from Kalamazoo in the very early morning at age 19, but as the years have gone by, the reasons have changed. At first I simply didn’t know how to put a voice to the discomfort I felt at... Continue Reading →

My friend Ellie's wedding was beautiful. Not in the traditional sense, whatever that is anymore, but in the 'we did this the way we wanted to' sense. She and her party wore handmade kimonos (why? I don't know. She's Jewish), and the ceremony was presented in both English and Italian to represent the languages of... Continue Reading →

There are two sides to every story. My boyfriend, Paulie, wrote a story about the night we met on his blog. It is mostly accurate, though he threw in some adventure and fiction because he likes to play around with stories more than I do.  But now it's my turn. It's true that he and I... Continue Reading →

As a kid, whenever asked “where do you want to eat?” I’d answer “I don’t care.” I still do this, all the time, because making decisions creates in me a reaction similar to having a mild anxiety attack.  Ultimately I really, truly, don’t care. If I’m craving something I might say so (along with a... Continue Reading →

Yesterday I was invited to lunch with my friend and fellow 40 Days of Writing participant Doralice, aka The Cheese Lady. She had some sort of magical inside connection for free lunch at Bravas, the newest Healdsburg venture by the Stark restaurant enterprise. Bravas isn't open quite yet, but they need to train their staff... Continue Reading →

For a time I lived in Monterey, California. I credit this time with providing me with many important pivotal moments in my life. I spent a lot of hours staring at, listening to, or collecting sea glass beside the grand and pounding Pacific ocean. I discovered Jägermeister and learned that I should never drink it, ever.... Continue Reading →