Thursday, May 14, 2015
It’s nearly impossible to kill a cactus. They’re like the chill, Southern California dude of the plant world. It’s hard to get them riled up.
And yet the cactus in my office was clinging to life but a few weeks ago, deprived of water for so long that pieces of it began giving up and just breaking off.
This does not bode well for my future children, not to mention my wallet.
Fortunately, not all...
Thursday, May 7, 2015
My oldest group of friends—the girls with whom I went to high school—are rather…competitive. Specifically with board games.
During an incredibly intense round of Taboo, my one friend’s boyfriend snapped a wooden stool leg in half. They broke up shortly thereafter. Another friend’s husband removed his wedding ring during a similar disagreement. I’m happy to report they are still together.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
In first grade, sweet, innocent and shy 7-year-old me was sitting quietly at my desk, minding my own business. And then I got up to sharpen my pencil, took a few steps and dragged the chair right with me.
Turns out my classmate Robby Jenkins decided to tie the string of my jacket to the leg of the chair before sitting back and watching the embarrassment unfold. It was both genius and horribly...
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
I once read a review for a hostel my friends and I were considering staying in during a trip to Venice. “If you love prostitutes and drug dealers mingling outside of your window, this is the place for you!”
I was equally horrified and intrigued. I didn’t think I liked those things, but wasn’t traveling all about expanding your horizons?
Of course, we all pushed aside our desire for a good story—...