Women

Lately, I have been made acutely aware of a certain discord in romantic relationships between people of my generation. Now, I am not currently dating anyone. However, these observations have come from my own experiences as well as those around me – I’m not pointing the finger at any one person, or any one gender,…

I wore a dress to work today, and that always makes for a good day. No, I’m not going to go all “the hills are alive” twirling or anything, but there is definitely something about wearing a dress that makes me feel a little more put together, a little more credible, a little more capable….

There’s this fantastic thing that happens whenever I fly into Seattle at night. The approach is always from the southeast, and I start watching for the city about 25 minutes before landing, as soon as the captain announces “our initial descent.” Pretty soon, the orange lights begin to twinkle in the distance. We fly over…

I figured that since I had already climbed one 14er this week, I might as well do two more. In one day. Yesterday, I summited both Redcloud Peak (14,034′) and Sunshine Peak (14,001′ – hey, when it counts, it counts – just don’t knock any rocks off the top). My dad and I met up…

For those of you who have not had the pleasure, allow me to introduce you to one of my favorite friends, the delectable Ms. Miranda Drost. Miranda and I have been on a simultaneous long-time quest to become the “Coolest Women Alive.” We are continually congratulating each other on our moves of bad-assery, from excellent…

On my kitchen counter sits a Mason jar. In this jar you will currently find the bridal bouquet from a wedding that I recently attended; how I wound up with the bouquet is beyond me. If there is anything at a wedding that I hate more than the unity candle, it is the bouquet toss…

I’ve been learning some things as of late. Thing #1: Who someone else is does not increase or decrease my value at all. The comparison game is brutal, and I have played it for too long, and in too many different areas of my life. By juxtaposing myself with other women, I invariably wind up…

The title? That’s the end of the story. Now, let’s start at the beginning. My Memorial Day weekend was among the top-most-fun weekends ever! My friend Jenn from Denver, who I had not seen for probably 6 years, came to visit. I suppose that there was potential for awkwardness, given how long it had been…

In light of the spirit of my last post, I feel a little bit embarrassed even asking this question, but… is it too early to wear white pants? I know, I know – who makes the rules? I shouldn’t care. I should ignore the culture, buck the trends, and do what I want, accepting myself…

The best thing about living alone is that there’s no one around. The worst thing about living alone is that there’s no one around. Allow me to explain. I left the gym at about 9:45 tonight, and was overwhelmed with the need – the NEED – to dye my hair. Not tomorrow, not next week…