I like to say that I don’t do New Year’s resolutions – taking part in something so common is just to joiner for my contrarian nature. All the year-end lists, the fitness plans, the best ofs and the worst ofs, the how to stick to your resolution guides. They’re all just too everywhere to make me want to be a part of it. And yet … Continue reading This is not a new year’s post.
My husband likes self-help books. I do not. But finally we have found a self-help book we can agree on (or more honestly put, that I reluctantly picked up and finally, sheepishly admitted to myself – as this post will be the first admission to him – that I actually really and truly like it, and that it really and truly is helping me to … Continue reading Trouble Trouble
I spent my whole life feeling like I didn’t fit. I was always a bit too straight or a bit too crooked, way too big or just a little too little. I felt it as a child in a new city every few years, felt it as a teenager in the same old high school year in and year out. This is why I used … Continue reading Everyone Needs A Day Job
For all of my oft-mentioned efforts to keep everything in my life in perfect order all of the time, punctuality has never been my strong suit. But as much as I would like to blame my inability to ever be on time, this post is a day late and a dollar short not because of this eternal Achilles heel, but because I just wasn’t sure … Continue reading I’m always running late.
Last week I felt like quite the proud little success story. I turned in my final paper for the class I was taking, I turned in final grades for the class I was teaching, and I made good, steady progress on digging through the end-of-semester piles of work at my day job. I made it all the way to the second chapter my latest attempt … Continue reading No More Mrs. Neat Guy.
All of us who are parents go through periods like this. The partner has back to back to back business trips, the baby stops sleeping, a final paper deadline comes out of nowhere, work gets crazy, everyone gets sick. Day to day life becomes about nothing more than getting the baby safely to and from her bed, not falling asleep on the freeway, and not … Continue reading I Heart Blogging.
Living in a house without books is like walking around with one hollow leg. I am off balance, incomplete. After a move, I’m always eager to jump into unpacking my books as soon as possible because of that sense of comfort, that sense of safety the books bring to me, but in my last few moves I noticed a new feeling creeping in – disappointment. … Continue reading Book Worm. Writing Bug.
It’s the first week of school. From a logistics standpoint, it’s been total madness trying to coordinate moving into a new house with a feverish, sinus-infected toddler while also coordinating the first week of school as a manager in a student services offices, professor of an undergraduate writing course, and student in a graduate education course. But despite the slew of scheduling conflicts (wait for … Continue reading Clearing Out The Cobwebs
Before I started blogging, I wasn’t even really sure what a blog was. I knew about a bunch of books that had been made from blogs, and that big Meryl Streep cooking movie, of course, but I hadn’t ever actually followed any blogs and didn’t have a clear idea of what made a good blog good. Did I need to post every day? Did everything … Continue reading Six Months Old
This week I am thirty-four. I’ve logged one more year on that climb into my thirties, not quite old enough to be old, but certainly old enough to feel old. And as is the case each year with my birthday, I am looking both forwards and backwards, remembering where I was this time last year and this time last decade, wondering where on earth this … Continue reading Older.