I spent 15 minutes last night in the Trader Joe's parking lot in line behind three cars waiting for parking spaces to open. I have no patience for this sort of thing. None. I couldn't back up and leave though---a line of cars had formed behind me and were holding up traffic. So, I waited and turned . . .
New beginnings..?
My attraction to new beginnings has never been motivated by the start of a new year, or by the first signs of spring. I don't do spring cleaning. New Year's Eve is overrated. For me, it's all about the fall. I think it hit me the morning of my first day of fourth grade, when I realized summer . . .
Change is a good thing, right?
I like change. Always have. I changed majors in college from music to psychology to business to accounting to anthropology. I moved cities four times before I was 31, and I'd lived in a total of 9 apartments by then, too. I changed jobs, even industries like they were flavors at Cold Stone. I won't . . .
Do we share too much?
I've always been a private person, which sounds funny because I write a blog. But I am. I've never been one to spill my secrets, share my angst, or otherwise reveal too much unless I know and trust you. I don't crave the spotlight. I just like to write. There have been a few articles lately on . . .
On second acts, and doing what you want to do
A quote from the beginning of one of my favorite books, Second Acts: "Often people attempt to live their lives backwards: they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they really want so that they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must . . .
On hoarding and love
I'm sitting next to a woman at my local coffeeshop. I'm trying to write, but it's a little hard to stop looking over at her. She's dressed in a long brown bathrobe, hair pulled back in a tight bun. She shuffles in her black slippers. She has a box in front of her with no lid, which seems to hold a . . .
