I am 1985 Allison Reynolds lost on the set of Mean Girls. Let’s preface this rant with the truth that I love my apartment. It houses my favorite office and is located in a gorgeous spot. I have no complaints. But if, as my kids like to say, someone grabbed me by the throat and…
Jack caught a squirrel. He has been watching them tightrope across the back fence, fling themselves from tree to rooftop and back again since we arrived one August afternoon. Jack tracks his audacious furry obsession from the window of my office. He attempts to outsmart them with a quiet approach and a sneak attack, only…
Our recycle man has blue eyes. On the approach to our house, the last section of road is one lane. It’s also a hill. There’s an unspoken rule, if the driver at the top of the hill sees another driver moving up the road, they need to pull over and let that person pass before heading down…
This too shall pass. Not a fan of this phrase. Sure, it may pass, of course it will pass. The sun comes up and goes down and days go by and in due course, things pass. I get it. That doesn’t mean they pass well, or things are better after they pass, or that you…
I feel like a crockpot tonight. Like I’m stewing in my juices and it’s only a matter of time before I cross over into something rich and nourishing, something I can finally understand and enjoy. I have spent most of my first fourty-two years searching for who I am, what makes me special, and what…
Wait, what…but you said… When I was in the fourth grade there was a girl that was sort of in my group of friends, but not really. She was the cool girl that knew one of my friends because I think their brothers knew each other? I can’t remember and it’s not important. She, the…
Restrooms are private, even in public. I was at Starbucks this morning and as I went to the bathroom, a woman was leaving. She held the door open and waited for me to enter. It was a full door hold. I was polite and said, “Thank you,” but it felt super strange. Why are you…
This post will be reminiscent of that co-worker who brought in the gift wrap catalog for her child’s school fundraiser, or possibly the crazy Girl Scout cookie mom. For those of you not yet in the workforce, this post will feel like that friend who always asks you to like every Instagram picture of her…
The whole “Life is a Journey, not a Destination” business is really starting to grate on me. I’m beginning to feel like I’m on a really long road trip and every time I feel like I’m close to one of the destinations, I realize the map is wrong, or upside down, or in a…