In case you haven’t noticed, the past month and a half I have been a slacker […]
Do you ever wonder what’s going on when I disappear (don’t blog)? I never know if […]
Despite the similarity in their nomenclature, the circus and Cirque du Soleil have little in common. […]
Bras? We transition from what is essentially a bikini top in our tweens to a full-on harness in our forties.
Before heading into surgery for testicular cancer my father-in-law said to the nurse, "I sure wish I would have bought that boat."
1. Given another invitation to watch a Shins video in the making, I'd ditch work in a heartbeat.
Raised by woman who spent three years of her adulthood preparing to be a nun, there are many things I learned to be true.
Getting a house key made for my daughter has been on my list for two weeks. In Franklin-Covey terms, it's an important task but not incredibly urgent...
I used to think that I'd be happy when I had breasts. Or when I no longer lived "at home." Or when I was out of debt. Or when I lost "the weight."
Why is it that when I leave the house in the morning my chin is smooth as silk and stubble free, but by the time I get to, say, the Sellwood Bridge on my way to a meeting, a lone prickly chin hair makes a midday appearance when no tweezers are in sight?