In late December, 2011, I decided I wanted to spend 2012 writing. I’d been itching to write and I found a platform, set-up a site, and I committed to try to blog each day. The theme was The Year of What If. I explored things like “what if what you thought you wanted isn’t what … More The December Project
Last night my husband and I returned from a five day vacation in Las Vegas. It was lovely. We typically head to Vegas with a pretty good plan for where we’ll have dinner, what shows we’ll see, and so on. This time, however, we went with only one objective: to relax. We realized a couple of weeks … More Proof. Of. Life.
I used to have grand ideas about my education. When I was a kid, my mom took me to see Notre Dame (South Bend…not Paris) and I was in love. The old buildings, the manicured lawns, the stadium, the latin, it all just oozed this idea that moguls, and leaders, and world dominance were born … More Grad. School.
I was in a bit of a state this morning. All weekend I was in a funk, if you will, and this morning I was in an effing state. To be fair…I listened to a lot of Nas this weekend which left me feeling a tad aggressive. We had one of those weekends. The kind where we didn’t have the … More If. I. Ruled. The. World.
As I scroll through the pictures of “feet-by-beach/pool” selfies, faces that look a little too red (because lord knows us Minnesotans don’t see sun for a good nine months of the year), the spires of the Magic Kingdom looming above the overly excited faces of their children, sunsets, water, green grass…it’s almost like all of … More Spring. Break. In. A. Day.
On Wednesday I talked about my family’s decision to sponsor a child in Armenia. What I did not mention, as a last minute deletion, is how we came to that decision. World Vision is a Christian humanitarian organization that I’ve long thought about supporting. My mom has sponsored a total of four children for the past … More It’s. A. Shame.
Earlier today I emailed my girlfriend Ess and explained that I’m trying to tackle this issue. There’s someone with whom I’ve struggled for years. As time passes, I think about them less and less, but from time to time I hear something about them and every time it just pisses me off. It doesn’t matter whether what … More Only. Love. Can. Do. That.
