Weirdness.

Two friends walk towards a bar, but before they can go inside, they’re stopped by a man preaching. Nope, not the start of a joke. It’s a true story, and it happened this evening. I guess that’s what we get for going to a bar on a Sunday. It wasn’t…

Look at the Groom.

In 27 Dresses, cynical Kevin and perennial bridesmaid Jane realize they have something in common: each likes to turn to look at the groom when everyone else turns to look at the bride as she makes her entrance. My brother got married this evening,…

Sir Liberty

It’s that time of year again. Sign-spinners stand on street corners, catching the attention of passersby. I’m sure some also manage to cause an accident or two. Liberty Tax Service employs one of these sign-spinners near my office; it’s amusing to…

The world stopped.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Nobody had ever been powerful enough to stop my world, but he was. And he did. I’d heard before about the infamous and much elusive “time stood still” thing; I wondered what it would be like, and if it would ev…

I want the fairy tale.

I’ve never been frilly, never been that into pink. But I had a fairly lengthy Barbie phase, which then turned into a My Little Pony phase — ponies, that is. Ponies with chopped off tails. I tried to groom them, tried to make them less prone to be…

Rewriting the Cameo

Some people come into our lives and we immediately know why. Others are there for reasons we don’t yet know. The starring roles are the easiest to figure out. A best friend gets us through hard times, gives us a shoulder to lean on, an ear to bend…

Eggs in a Basket

On a day when children near and far rush to gather Easter eggs, proudly filling up their baskets with goodies and treats, I am reminded of how often I put my eggs into a single basket, as well. I feel like I’ve done it since birth. Better yet, I w…

Hopeless. Romantic.

The day was off to a good start, minus the splitting headache that greeted me as I opened my eyes. I managed to make a decent cup of coffee this morning — something I often mess up by over-creamering or over-sweetening, I had a little bit of time…

Tragedy + Time

I don’t know what inspired it, but I took a walk down memory lane last night. I was remembering my 20s. They were odd, fun, dumb, strange, tiring, confusing and full of adventure. I was firmly rooted in the “old enough to know better, but young en…