Thursday, May 8, 2014
“Son of a b****, there are maggots!”
I can still hear my mom yelling this when I was eight years old. She’d driven my younger brother and me to the gas station to vacuum our grey Oldsmobile, only to lift up the back seats and discover several white maggots, the sight of which produced instantaneous dry heaving.
This was, of course, our fault. You can only drop so...
Thursday, May 1, 2014
I once had an Amazon package stolen from in front of my apartment door. I’d ordered “The Snowy Day” and “Harold and the Purple Crayon” (only the two best books ever) for my boss’ baby shower, though as I stood there realizing they’d been snatched from under me, I related far more to “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.”
Still, I have to think the joke’s on them. There has...
Thursday, April 17, 2014
If you take a trip with me, your Thursday afternoon snack, Saturday dinner and Sunday stroll will probably be planned ahead of time. On a shared Google doc, to be exact.
My propensity for trip planning isn’t because I’m an organized (ha!), Type-A person who has no room for spontaneity in her life. I take the bus to work, for crying out loud. You have to be spontaneous to subject yourself to that...
Thursday, April 10, 2014
On first glance, some of my past job experience has no correlation to my current work as a Staff Writer and Manager of Public Relations.
But don’t be fooled—I was groomed at a young age for this business. Consider some of my early jobs:
1. Library assistant. In elementary school, the fifth graders were given the “privilege” of working one of several jobs each morning during homeroom. Looking back...