I’m missing a sock. Half of my favorite pair of running socks. I love them because they’re different. Bright green. Snazzy – with a little extra flair. And Functional – so they don’t slip down my heel mid-run. But one has been missing for weeks. She ran away after her last time in the laundry.…
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We Didn’t Start the Fire…
Alas, Mr. Joel, I did. I was making popcorn for some friends who were over to watch So You Think You Can Dance. I hadn’t made stovetop popcorn in a while, so I guess I was out of practice. I poured some oil in a pot and set it on the burner to warm. I…
My Log Flume Ride into Adulthood
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click WHOOOSH! I had a long time to click up this ride slowly, anticipating the plunge that was inevitable. The plummet into adulthood taunted me seemingly just out of reach. I worked, but wasn’t full time. I saved for retirement, but not aggressively. I went to bed when I felt like…
Magyar Vagyok, Nem Turista!
A friend of mine is in Budapest right now. She asked for my recommendations on sightseeing and eating and I got this dreamy far off look in my eyes as I wrote her back remembering my numerous trips to this gem of a country. I have such fond memories of Hungary. Teaching English, devouring delectable…
Friday Night Fatigue
I’m done. Tuck me in. Put me to bed. It was a long week. We were extra busy in the NICU and lower staffed due to holidays both of which added up to longer hours for yours truly. I did great, right up until two o’clock today. That’s when I hit the magical divide between…
Extroverts and Introverts
Am I an introvert or an extrovert? I’d wager that if I took a poll, that the vast majority of people who know me would think that I am a solid, decided, end-of-the-spectrum extrovert. But they’d be wrong. I am whole-heartedly an introvert. I love alone time. I am most recharged by down time by…
Matriargacy
My grandmom is turning 80 years old today. I was asked to choose a few words to best describe my grandmother. I’ve thought about it all week. I’ve dealt with head-pounding, finger-tightening writers block for which there is no pill, no cure. How do you take 80 years (or in her case, “Turning 29 for…
Beauty and Frenzy
Sometimes I feel so ugly. My feelings of ugliness have nothing to do with my wardrobe they have everything to do with my spirit. I did not have the best week last week. I worked some extra hours and had lots of evening commitments. I was tired. I was spent. I was grouchy. I was…
On The Record
My dad has to watch what he says around me. He knows it too. Last time I was home he asked me if everything he said was “on the record” or if he could speak freely not fearing that he’d find his offhanded thoughts published for the world (or at least thirty subscribers) to read!…
Pillows and Home
This is not just any pillow. It represents my family. First, it pictorally represents Florida. Where we have lived nearly all our lives. Our hearts reside here, in our favorite, sunny, warm, oddly-shaped state. Gator colors show our school pride where three alums, (and maybe a fourth!) proudly sang “We are the boys.” The heart…