Friends

I am so lucky.  Here are some reasons why: 1)    I work for a company that values good coffee, and shuns the typical bitter office grounds.  I’ve completely stopped making coffee at home, because there is an endless supply of the good stuff here at work. 2)    Greta left the world’s best video message on…

Whoa.  Didn’t mean to quit blogging.  But it happened for a second. – – – – – – – – I was invited to spend this coming Saturday on a pontoon boat with 30 other people. I would rather streak across a golf course. Many of the people who are going to be on the…

Sometimes, I need help.  But I don’t like to admit it.  And if there is anything that I hate, it is feeling indebted to those around me – or, worst of all, a burden.  I value independence and cleverness and resourcefulness.  I like being in everyone’s good graces, and will do anything to make sure…

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

Julie [about our 61-year old next-door neighbor] “I want Neal to fall in love.  I wonder if he has a beau?” Annie “A beau is a man.” Julie “What – really?  I always thought it was gender-neutral.” – – – – – – – – Mel “Do we have koozies?” Annie “No… but… we have…

I don’t have anything to say today.  Because I already said it all to Joey. Joey is a blog friend (good NIGHT, we are such internet nerds), a law student in Austin, a writer, a seeker, a thinker – and as you will see, basically the next Stone Phillips.

Sometimes, someone you’ve never met can give you the biggest gift. Kristy Behrs of Wreckless Photography has been a second soul to me. She lives far, far away in California, and although we’ve never met face to face, I feel that we have a bond – an understanding – a trippy connection that bridges the…

I kissed a baby cow while wearing high heels. We went grocery shopping at BB’s, an Amish paradise in which you find bargains like 50 cent jars of chutney, or 9 full-size Butterfingers for $1.50, or a slightly smashed box of Cheez-Its for 75 cents, or apples for 39 cents/pound. It was like God raining…

It occurs to me that I haven’t mentioned what’s happening tonight, have I? Tonight, I am leaving on a road trip, traversing with PZC and the Handy Graham to their motherland – a distant, foreign place called PENNSYLVANIA.  I have never been there.  I’ve never really had any huge desire to go.  But now that…

Bad: It is Monday. Good: It is a holiday, and GRETA IS HERE! Bad: My car got towed on Friday night. Good: I didn’t really feel upset about it. Bad: Probably because it’s already been STOLEN three times. Good: We got it back. Bad: It cost a lot of money. Good: I had enough money…