You may recall that I’ve had a battle with trees over the course of the last year. I’ve tried not once, but twice to climb a tree, both times were utter fails. I looked at my husband on Saturday and said, “I have to climb a tree before my birthday. On Sunday, we’re going to … Continue reading
I have a quota of trying to attend two storytelling events a month. With my busy schedule lately, I didn’t think I’d make one, let alone two before the end of April. Luckily my Saturday night opened up, and I was finally able attend 2nd Story, an event I’ve wanted to attend for months. (By … Continue reading
Oh Nutella. How I love you. I love you so much. You are the bread to my butter, the honey to my tea. I adore every bit of you. And that’s the problem. You know how people eat peanut butter with a spoon? I do the same with Nutella. No need for bread like on … Continue reading
The urge for childhood joys and whimsy has beckoned to me lately, specifically the desire to play on swings. Usually it’s at odd hours, after the sun has gone down, when I’m legally not allowed in the park. One such urge came Saturday night, as my husband and I walked home at 3am. The park … Continue reading
“I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain…” Okay. Not really. My walk in the rain lacked singing. And light poles. But I love a good Gene Kelly reference. The air outside was heavy with the stickiness of rain to come. The sky had threatened to open up all day, dark clouds hovering … Continue reading
The benefit of attending events alone is that it forces you to meet people. When I go somewhere with my husband or a friend, I stand in the corner, sipping my cocktail, maybe chatting with someone else, but mostly sticking to known territory. It’s safe, comfortable, and keeps me from saying something stupid that could … Continue reading
I’ve taken trapeze for seven weeks and in each class I find a new challenge. Pretty much everything I do in that class is a risk to my safety: I’m high in the air, with no harness, attempting to contort my body around a very thin bar and a tough set of ropes. Injuries are … Continue reading
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