Wednesday, February 19, 2014
I had many childhood dreams. One was to fall in love at a sleep-away summer camp.
I used to be fixated on the idea of spending two months on a lake somewhere in Maine doing arts and crafts, water-skiing to my heart’s content and having a respectable summer fling with a 14-year-old boy most likely named Ethan or Cory. We would bond over our shared love of water sports, spend the summer flirting...
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...