Thursday, February 2, 2012
The wound is still fresh, the pain still very real. I put on a brave face at work but I often find myself in bed at night, staring up at the ceiling and thinking, “What if?”
Such is the life of a Baltimore Ravens football fan.
For those of you who don’t follow professional football, nearly two weeks ago the Ravens lost the AFC Championship to the New England Patriots. It—along with the news of...
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The day your first child is born, everything changes. Colors get brighter, the world gets bigger and your heart explodes with an unconditional love you didn’t even know was possible.
Such was the case on that emotional day last June when I held Señor Peepers—a prairie dog I adopted in Utah—for the first time. I signed the papers, cradled my baby and felt an incredible surge of joy I hadn’t...
Friday, January 13, 2012
Growing up, I loved two things: eating obscene amounts of Gushers and reading books. In addition to my love for literature (and processed food), I had an English teacher for a father who corrected me every time I said “me” instead of “I” and an uncle who used words that haven’t been around since the 17th century.
At the age of 25, I should be a walking thesaurus (not to mention, obese)....
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I sobbed hysterically when my parents dropped me off at college freshman year, so much so that my contact lenses were covered with bits of errant tissue fibers. This sentiment apparently was not felt universally on campus, as literal hoots and hollers could be heard from nearly every other one of my classmates who finally felt free.
Two years ago, when I decided it was time to leave my job and...