Stationery is something I’ve always adored. I used to buy box after box of it, and I’d actually use it. When I was little, my mom made sure thank you notes were always written after birthdays, Christmas — anytime a gift was given. They could be w…

If I knew then what I know now, I might’ve been more ready, more prepared, more understanding, more brave, more easy on myself. I would’ve known that if someone was frustrated with a five year-old for not articulating something the right way, or n…

I’ve been feeling mostly blank all day. And the fact that the Posterous site was down for eight hours didn’t help matters any. “Blank” in the sense that I feel I could be related to an auto-pilot system in an airplane, or a mannequin in a store wi…

We were together just four and a half days ago. Like the times before, it was hard being in your presence. I wanted to enjoy everything about you since our time with each other would be so brief, but I don’t know why I’d expect things to be any di…

Mystery is afoot. Earlier today, I was out running errands when my car started dinging at me. Like, the rhythmic dinging you hear when you open your car door. Or the dinging that you hear after you start your car and it decides to tell you — albe…

They say life isn’t a dress rehearsal. It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I really understood what that meant. It’s funny how the minute something becomes relevant in your own life, it hits home in a heavy, heavy way.I have a bad habit of thinki…

“Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when should…

I don’t mean to seem disinterested at times. I really don’t, I promise you.Today on our way to the airport, a coworker and I were talking about being in a group of people and how, after a certain point – meaning after the gathering reaches a certa…

I usually like to post each day by 11:59p in whatever time zone I call home for that night. Tonight, I call the Eastern time zone home. And I’m pretty sure I failed at blogging by midnight. In my defense, my laptop is still on California time. Ins…

Do you ever say prayers? I said a few tonight. It was cold outside, but I was in the zone. I should’ve been home packing, but I wasn’t. Normally I’d care about tidying up the house, getting my luggage situated and hopping into bed at a decent hour…