Monthly Archives: November 2015

  I want to like yoga. I do. It’s just that I hate it. All the indecipherable pose names that all sound like Hakuna Matata to me. The reinforced knowledge that balance and I aren’t friends. The pain, let’s be … Continue reading →

Having come back from sunny San Diego, I’ve pictured a different sort of life for myself. Because I’m a writer, I’ve put my imagination to good use in this little fantasy. You ready? I’ll live in a house with a … Continue reading →

I love to travel, as you probably know. I think there’s nothing I can do that better stimulates my imagination than go to a new place. Luckily, my job is flexible that way. For the past few days, I’ve been … Continue reading →

  We are still on the runway an hour after boarding at 8:07 a.m. today. The woman next to me has been asleep almost since the moment we sat down. I envy that skill. Despite getting up at 4:15 this morning, … Continue reading →

When I was five, my first tooth became loose, a common enough event in a five-year-old’s life. I loved it. To this day, I still have deeply satisfying dreams of loose teeth, the satisfying eradication of that itch with a good … Continue reading →