Life

I’m sorry that I don’t write about health care or anything important at all. – – – – – – – – I have an announcement to make: I MADE A FRIEND!  I know, high-five. His name is Chris – some of you out in blog land even know him – and he is a…

The other day, this was my Facebook status: As futile as Facebook can be, I took a shot of it because I wanted to remember that moment – that realization that the darkness that I’ve been sitting in for going on a year now just isn’t really there anymore.  Perhaps this is tempting a jinx,…

Sometimes, it’s like this: It’s funny how getting your hopes up can make the disappointment even bigger. Lame.

I feel like I’ve given up blogging for Lent. I HAVEN’T.  I promise. Still, though – it’s like a ghost town around these parts. What happened to those months in 2008 when I was posting every single day?  I was an ever-flowing fountain of entertainment!  Bra shopping?  Check.  Sprite sprayed you-know-where?  You got it.  Annie…

There are a lot of days that I don’t feel like blogging.  You would think that with my complete absence of a social life in a city where I am totally anonymous, I would have all the time in the world to come up with universe tilting posts – but no.  Sometimes life is just…

Tomorrow is a new year, a fresh start, a clean slate. I like markers.  I like new beginnings.  I like boundaries that separate “this” from “that.”  It gives me a sense of control, however misperceived. 2010 is a year of starting over, in almost every way that I possibly could – even in ways that…

We are down to single digits: I am moving in 9 days. And yes, I have Christmas parties 6 of the next 9 nights.  I might run out of outfits. That said, posting may be light until after I get to Colorado.  I don’t want to miss out on a single moment of Nashville until…

Some of my best moments have been in this town.  But also, some of my hardest. Isn’t that the way it goes?  The joy and pain are always intermingled.  It’s impossible to separate them – the laughter and the tears – because life cannot be compartmentalized like a preschooler’s cubby wall.  There is always something…

When this life, this world, this Whole Thing is all over, and we have the chance to look back on the story that was our life, I honestly believe that we won’t experience it as a narrative, but that we will hear it as a song – the most beautiful, sad, triumphant song ever written,…

Isn’t this supposed to be the most exciting time of my life – the time where single girls have fancy jobs, live it up, meet interesting gentlemen in bars, travel to Greece and Zambia and Italy, are allowed to blow their entire paychecks on fabulous attire – and all the while, have smokin’ bodies and…