Life
In which I compare myself to a bear, a bunny, and a slug
Well, shoot. I have been a horrible blogger, emailer, Facebooker, Instagrammer, and all around virtual presence lately. It seems as though my Internet Self has opted for hibernation (the best part was the eating and eating and eating beforehand). But it’s not as though my Internet Self is the Real Me, and the Real Me…
Needing each other
One night last week, I called Julie on my way home from work. Julie is one of my best friends, knows me very well, and doesn’t mind when I leave long, rambling voicemails – which is what I did that night. Among various and sundry details, at the end of the message, I voiced a…
Lately
Contrary to popular belief, the world has not opened up and swallowed me whole. Despite my silence in this space, I’ve been out and about, alive and kicking, moving and shaking, grabbing life by the horns (or whatever). I’m not so delusional to think that my absence from the internet has ruined anyone’s life. But…
Why commitment equals freedom
Something really remarkable has happened: I’ve stopped thinking about moving. I know that this is probably foreign to some people, but I have entertained the idea of moving – no matter where I’ve lived – for at least the past 5 years. When I was living in Seattle, I was thinking about moving to Nashville. …
Runaway train/bus/thoughts
These days, life is like a runaway train. It’s like that movie “Unstoppable,” except – spoiler alert! – that train actually stopped. It’s not still barreling out of control through Pennsylvania. Not that I’m barreling out of control through Pennsylvania, either, but… Okay. Analogy over. All I’m saying is that life has been busy and full,…
All of the things I have to say
All of you over-achieving, perfectionistic control freaks out there, raise your hand. I mean, I can’t be the only one, right? I have a really hard time when I can’t do something perfectly, which is unfortunate because I can do basically nothing perfectly. And lately, I’ve been doing a lot of things, which means that…
New year, new job, new life
Do you miss me the way that I miss you? Because I miss you. I didn’t mean to stop blogging. But for me, “stopping blogging” is a lot like “starting eating” – if I don’t pay attention, it just happens. And then it’s been days, and then weeks, and I’m a wreck, moaning about how…
Catch-up confessions
Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned. It’s been 7 days since my last blog post. But maybe you’ll have mercy if I tell you that plenty of life has been going down around these parts. For starters, my friend Carl (SHOUT OUT) came to Colorado to visit, and stayed at the Hooker House for…
The land for which I’m meant
For being a self-proclaimed control freak, there are a lot of things about my life that I did not plan, that I could not have planned. I’ve experienced: unachieved goals unanswered prayers unfulfilled dreams mistakes defeats derailments dead ends I’m sure I’m no different from anyone reading this when I say that I have not…
Crossroads
I know. I KNOW. I haven’t blogged in hundreds of hours. What’s been going on, you ask? Well, this happened. Whatever dramatic scene you’re envisioning, yes, it was all that and more – although probably more hilarious than you imagine. Poor Toad. Another thing is that I mentioned to someone something about Gadhafi being dead,…