Thursday, April 9, 2015
In sixth grade, my Catholic mother decided to spice up the Christmas season with an Advent wreath. For those of you who are unfamiliar, it’s a tradition that symbolizes the passage of the four weeks of Advent leading up to Christmas, with an additional candle lit each Sunday of the season.
And yes, I did just pull that explanation from Wikipedia.
Admittedly, I was most intrigued by the color of...
Monday, April 6, 2015
For most of fourth grade, I went to the nurse’s office at least three times a week with a “stomach ache.” The nurse’s remedy for such ailments was a large, chalky green mint that was supposed to settle your stomach.
In reality, I was a chubby 9-year-old who got straight A’s and just wanted an excuse to lie down for half an hour a day, take a break from academia and eat candy.
Looking back, I...
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
I have notes—both personal and professional—scrawled in a smattering of notebooks, on loose sheets of paper and the occasional napkin or two with no discernible sense of order. Things are written sideways, in different colors, circled, starred. It’s very “A Beautiful Mind” meets an ugly mess.
Fortunately, I can use my profession as an excuse. “Can’t stop the flow of creativity!” Otherwise, I just...
Thursday, March 26, 2015
The mark of a true adult, I now rent an apartment with hardwood floors. OK, fine—they’re fake hardwood. But they look real, and appearances are all that really matter. Another lesson of adulthood.
On the surface, they look far cleaner than my carpets every did. But, there isn’t really anywhere for the dirt to go. When I cleaned this weekend, I collected enough sand for a small child to play in....