Thursday, May 24, 2012
When I was in sixth grade I entered an essay contest and won a spot in an Earth Day commercial. I was known mostly for the swishing sound my Charlotte Hornets nylon wind pants made every time I walked down the halls of the middle school, so this was an exciting opportunity to re-invent myself. I was finally catching my big break.
I was incredibly nervous when I got “on set,” as they say in the...
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The other day—a Friday night, to be exact—my roommate said she didn’t understand why we never met single guys.
“I really don’t get it,” I said to her, sitting on the couch in an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through the TV’s On Demand menu so I could watch Maria Menounos and Derek Hough’s rumba (for the third time) on “Dancing With the Stars.” “Hey, do you mind if I open a can of tuna?”
It had the...
Thursday, May 10, 2012
My roommate—who is a self-proclaimed mess right now, both personally and professionally—has started downloading podcasts from Oprah’s Spirit Channel to re-center herself. Last week she pulled out a notebook and began rattling off inspiring catch phrases—nuggets of wisdom such as “remember your spirit,” “what we dwell on is who we become” and “never speak out against the beef industry.”
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Back in the day I used to sit in my elementary school’s computer lab, playing the game Oregon Trail.
Originally developed in the early 70s to teach school children about the harsh realities of 19th century pioneer life on the Oregon Trail, the game was a real gut check.
Sitting in front of Apple computers the size of coffee tables, my classmates and I each assumed the role of a wagon leader,...