While most eyes were focused on the Met Gala this week, I just couldn’t relate. Instead, I found my people, my tribe if you will, further afield in a remote corner of Ethiopia. There I found a people who “get me.” The tribe is the Bodi, and each year, they host an elaborate ritual celebrating
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Handsome Hubby was off traveling, and I was lonely for my man. What’s a girl to do? Well, left to my own devices, resourceful me found a device! And an app, too!
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I have a reputation as cool. I dress cool, you know, torn jeans and crop tops. I listen to — and like — rap music, and when my husband asks, “Who’s that guy?” about the latest musical guest on Saturday Night Live, I always know. (Well, almost always know.) And my writing students at the
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It’s mid-March, and I’m in the middle of multiple muddles … all of which strangely begin with the letter “S” … sleep, spending, and scents. Multiple Muddles No. 1: Spending First, I completed my monthlong No Personal Spending pledge. Hooray and hurrah! I did it. More precisely, I didn’t do it. I make not one
A Newspaper Delivery Bag is NOT a Doggie Doo-Doo Bag
We’re in HOA hot water again! As you may recall, we have incurred the wrath of our neighborhood Homeowners’ Association three times. First, the HOA rejected our bid to erect a neighborhood Little Library because people “don’t read.” Then, there was the foul Battle of the Port-a-Potty and, most recently, a multi-month flare-up over our
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You’ve heard of Dry January, of course. Well, I’m no drinker, but I am a shopper, an excessive one. So, to get control of my out-of-control impulses, I’m conducting a bold experiment. For the entire month, I’m “on the wagon.” I am not buying anything I don’t truly need. In fact, I’ve made a No
I Found My Tribe
And It Wasn't At the Met Gala
While most eyes were focused on the Met Gala this week, I just couldn’t relate. Instead, I found my people, my tribe if you will, further afield in a remote corner of Ethiopia. There I found a people who “get me.” The tribe is the Bodi, and each year, they host an elaborate ritual celebrating
Left to My Own Devices, I Found a Device
Yes, And an App, Too!
Handsome Hubby was off traveling, and I was lonely for my man. What’s a girl to do? Well, left to my own devices, resourceful me found a device! And an app, too!
I’m Cool — In My Own Mind
Rock Concert Washout
I have a reputation as cool. I dress cool, you know, torn jeans and crop tops. I listen to — and like — rap music, and when my husband asks, “Who’s that guy?” about the latest musical guest on Saturday Night Live, I always know. (Well, almost always know.) And my writing students at the
March Muddles
Sleep, Spending and Scents
It’s mid-March, and I’m in the middle of multiple muddles … all of which strangely begin with the letter “S” … sleep, spending, and scents. Multiple Muddles No. 1: Spending First, I completed my monthlong No Personal Spending pledge. Hooray and hurrah! I did it. More precisely, I didn’t do it. I make not one
The HOA Strikes Again
A Newspaper Delivery Bag is NOT a Doggie Doo-Doo Bag
We’re in HOA hot water again! As you may recall, we have incurred the wrath of our neighborhood Homeowners’ Association three times. First, the HOA rejected our bid to erect a neighborhood Little Library because people “don’t read.” Then, there was the foul Battle of the Port-a-Potty and, most recently, a multi-month flare-up over our
No Personal Purchases Pledge
My Bold Experiment
You’ve heard of Dry January, of course. Well, I’m no drinker, but I am a shopper, an excessive one. So, to get control of my out-of-control impulses, I’m conducting a bold experiment. For the entire month, I’m “on the wagon.” I am not buying anything I don’t truly need. In fact, I’ve made a No