Relationships are way harder than they tell you. See, I’m a mess these days. Now, I like to think I’m a charming mess, but the truth is that for the moment, I’m just a mess. The job hunt is still ongoing and while I sometimes feel very optimistic, at times it’s easy to dip into [...]

This year has been rough. Two dear friends moved to opposite sides of the country, I lost my job, the director of my festival passed away (details on that entire experience in another post), and I’ve been dealing with some rather unpleasant gloom that decided to latch on to me somewhere around mid-April and just [...]

For those who haven’t heard, I’m still with the window-scraper. And I’m in love with him. Oh yeah. I’m tossing the word at him all the time now. I can’t help it. Naturally, the first time was the hardest. In fact, a la Miranda of Sex in the City fame, I picked a fight with [...]

Ok, so here’s the deal: I’m sort of ridiculously happy right now. Obnoxiously so, in fact. While there are several other things I intend to write about, for the moment you have to indulge me and let me talk about my new relationship. I figure that I’ve spent two years here complaining about the dating [...]

I am entering some unfamiliar territory, my friends. I’m currently walking around blindly with my hands stretched out before me, trying not to trip over anything or end up in a ditch somewhere. I have no map, no flashlight, and no clue how I got here or where I’m going.
I am pretty sure that as [...]

When I was in college I was introduced to the writing of J.D. Salinger.  He quickly became one of my all-time favorites.  I’ve read his stories about the Glass family over and over and I thought Franny and Zooey was brilliant.  I bought a copy of Catcher in the Rye in my sophomore year of [...]

I yearn for a man who will love me enough to do my laundry.  Wash, dry, fold, and put away.
Please don’t think I’m a diva or that I have any idea that I’m too good for laundry.  I just hate it.  I hate washing it.  I hate drying it. I really hate folding it.  And [...]

For years I’ve joked that the worse I look, the more people find me attractive.  I don’t know why that is or how it works, but it does.  If I don’t shower, if I go out wearing my sweats, if my hair is back in a pony tail, those are the days when I find [...]

Ah, the complexities of Dirty Old Men (DOM). First, they disarm their prey by masquerading as sweet, lonely old men, looking for a little companionship. Then, when the prey is disarmed by stories of “the good old days,” the DOM claws come out.
A few compliments here and there to strip away defenses and suddenly the prey [...]

Dinner date with a 60+ year old man on Friday and a Mighty Kid’s Meal from McDonald’s on Monday. Makes perfect sense.
I got the Amelia Earhart toy!