You’re assigned to do a lot of unsexy traveling. You are aware of your own snobbery, but are determined to succeed whether surrounded by strip malls or farmland. What do you take with you?
We saw Prince live on Saturday, and it was amazing. The air? Electric. Some thoughts.
I finally caved and booked some time with a chiropractor – which, interestingly enough, has spurred me into a “reclaim thyself!” mode fitting for the over-emphasized resolutionary month of January.
Iris tagged me in a chain status (So glad we’ve moved on from chain letters; what a disrespect to trees!) to “list ten albums that have stayed with you over the years in some way.”
This story ends exactly how you think it will, and in the best way it possibly can.
This guy asked me where I am from before I was born. That is some intense grocery checkout conversation.
There comes a point in every woman’s walk along a crowded urban street where she wonders: Will he act on it? Will he follow me down the street? Will he spit on my shoes? Will he tell his friend the latest one-liner about my ass in a loud stage whisper?