Thursday, January 23, 2014
After lone-wolfing it my first semester of college and frequently wandering by myself, I decided to take a self-defense class. My brother told me I had the weakest punch of anyone he’d ever met in his life, and while I disagreed with this wholeheartedly, I figured some technical instruction couldn’t hurt.
For the next eight Thursdays, I walked to the student center and listened closely as a...
Thursday, January 2, 2014
I might block my uncle on Facebook.
He joined three weeks ago and has since commented on nearly every status I write. And we’re talking three- to four-sentence comments. On Thanksgiving, for example, I wrote, “I have a headache and I feel sick. Like ya do, Thanksgiving.”
Minutes later and four ‘likes’ deep, my uncle wrote, “I don’t understand—are people ‘liking’ the fact that you have a headache...
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
My mom has a habit of trying to surprise me with good news by leaving voicemails that sound anything but.
“Lauren, call me when you get this” is a personal favorite. She left that voicemail a few years ago, her tone foreboding. Now, if I were a TV daughter, I would have been Full House’s D.J. Tanner—damn near perfect (minus the time she accidentally fell asleep on her boyfriend’s shoulder)—yet I...
Thursday, November 14, 2013
I made my first trip to Texas a few years ago. I was in Dallas for a conference and my roommate met me afterward for a little road trip.
After passing what seemed like 15 different dead animals on the side of the highway—I swear I saw an ocelot among the roadkill—Steph and I arrived in San Antonio. First order of business: margaritas and Mexican goods.
We made our way to a tourist haven on the...