The Burrito

When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Unless they’re this tough lady, when sometimes the tough decide to spend some time doing their best impression of a burrito. Wrapped up in a blanket mainlining herbal tea and the final season of How I Met Your Mother, with a friend sitting nearby telling me … Continue reading

Balancing Game

So, things are changing around me. Once again, certain parts of my life have turned into a soap opera, with marriage proposals (don’t worry, folks, they’re nowhere near me, things aren’t going that wacky) ghostly sounds in my apartment at all hours of day and night, and the requisite goofy faces any time anyone walks … Continue reading

Boxing the Baggage

  I’d be a liar if I said it was easy to forgive and forget relationships past. Certainly, there’s a utilitarian part of this. Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it. If I don’t remember, I’ll keep fucking up in the same mundane, boring, safe, cowardly ways. It’s only when … Continue reading

What About Breakfast at Tiffany’s?

I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s recently. Finally. After years of telling myself I should watch it as a film student, getting told I should watch it, and putting it on various lists of movies I had every intention of seeing, but never made time for, I watched it. I wanted to love it. I wanted … Continue reading

Why Owning A Smartphone Doesn’t Make Me Stupid

Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of flak about my smartphone, or as it’s sometimes called, my umbilical cord to the internet. A common joke (made at my expense by someone without a smartphone) is “My phone may be stupid, but at least I’m not!” There are lots of reasons why I wanted a smartphone. … Continue reading

Getting Wotsited (Part One)

It started out innocently enough. My colleague mentioned that I’d been having a rough day (or week, or month, or quarter, depending on the specific thing that was bothering me) to her new love interest, whom I’ve taken to calling Mr. Cling due to the (to my mind) excessive number of calls and text messages … Continue reading

Living Without

I still wear the necklace she gave me. Even though we’ve lost touch. Even though she thinks I’m crazy to do the things I do. She was one of the first to call me brave, well before I had even considered it. She wasn’t the first to call me crazy, and if she’s the last, … Continue reading

Settling Down, or Settling? Secrets Part 2

After writing this post about the post secret I saw, that I wish I knew the author of, I saw another postcard. The writing on this one: “In the past 15 years, I have lived and worked all over the world. Everyone thinks my life is glamorous… But the truth is every time I plan … Continue reading

Secrets: Post and Otherwise

I just saw the first Post Secret card that I wish I knew the writer of. It reads: I’d travel the world with you. It’s a photo of the interior of an airport. A waiting room bench in the foreground, with the window and planes in the background. I once asked someone to travel the … Continue reading

Somewhere-Else-Sick: Homesickness for the Wanderer

I don’t get homesick. I get somewhere-else-sick, sure. Heartsick, missing something  from my past, nursing a heartache. I used to think it was because I don’t think of myself as having a home, and even when I’m in the place I usually call home, I get somewhere-else-sick. Lately I’ve stopped thinking of myself as lacking … Continue reading