Sometimes I have zero regrets about missing a day. Yesterday was one such day. Mostly, because I realized I’m the only one who really cares. Also, it’s okay to give myself a break and recover…
Browsing Category Relationships
Day 53 of 200: The Hooker Picture
I didn’t realize it until I sat down to write this post, but Thursday was me & BFK’s 18th Friendiversary. We met September 13, 1999 the first day I started at Jasc. We didn’t really…
Day 45 of 200: Cupcake & a Movie
I wonder if it’s because we spend so much of our lives on an academic calendar. Or, for me specifically, with so much of my family-life dictated by this calendar. Or that in Minnesota so…
Frivolous, He Said.
Last night, I sat under a blanket watching the Golden Globes (ASIDE: It appears I cannot type blanket without typing blankey first, which is really weird because I never really utter the word blankey, not…
The Melancholy of Late October
Generally speaking the best times to be alive in Minnesota, a state where so much of your emotional life can be dependent on the weather, are June and October. I am sure there are some…
Online Dating Advice I Gave to FFJ at Lunch
FFJ and I meet for lunch a few times a month at Wok in the Park, my favorite Pad Thai joint of all the Pad Thai joints. We meet there so often that the beautiful…
Discerning the Line Between Flirting & Mansplaining When You’re a Single, Feminist Musicgeek
Last month after listening to a podcast where Lydia Loveless talked about her favorite album, The Replacements’ “Pleased to Meet Me,” I got a little huffy on the Twitters. I thought the podcast host was…
I Have Always Turned Heads: What it’s Like Being a Physical Other
There is a lovely essay by Sarah Einstein in Salon, making the rounds of my Facebook friends. In it, Einstein talks about being a plain woman married to a beautiful man. She talks a lot…
The Moratorium
I hate weddings. Despite this, I’ve cried at every wedding I’ve ever been to. This has nothing to do with why I hate weddings and more to do with trying to prove that I’m not…
‘You Are Not a Keeper,’ He Said. Or, The Fault in Our Exclamation Points
Really, that’s what he said. Or rather he texted. I’m not sure how we got from planning to meet tomorrow for coffee to “You are not a keeper” in one conversation, but we did. Apparently…