Old School Posts

• Close Calls & Sugar Dolls

  I was three sentences into a different post this morning when my BlackBerry buzzed. I checked it. And there it was. The message I've been anticipating for three weeks now. Longer, actually. A message from my good friend. One whom some of you might remember. A friend who went through a very close

• Five Years

  Five years ago today, I woke up in my childhood bed. A full-sized bed, decked in faded flowers. The bed on which I used to scatter my notes to study. The bed on which I used to sit with friends and gossip. The bed which I used to share with Sister C every Christmas Eve. You see, when I went off

• The Shallow End

  First order of business. Thank you. For holding my virtual hand through my soggy Sunday moment and its precarious aftermath. For leaving a trail of words. For your existential echoes. It dawned on me after publishing yesterday's post that one surefire way to feel not good enough is to set insane

• Youthfully Gray

  Yesterday, ideas were nipping me like magical mosquitoes. Persistent. Pesky. Proud. But today? Not so much. Today is different. Today, I am a bit stuck, lost, paralyzed. Not in a bad way. No. Today, I feel pressure whereas yesterday I felt freedom. Today, I feel overwhelmed whereas yesterday I f

• Simply Brilliant (& Scary)

  Do you want to become a better you? I know. I know. This question might make you shiver or cringe or roll your eyes. But answer it anyway. Most questions do not have right answers. But this one does. The answer: YES. If you do not answer this simple question in the affirmative, you are eith

• Thank You

  We all know that I am not good at writing thank-you notes, that I suffer from a persistently bad case of Pathetiquette. That said, I am trying to do better. So. I want to thank you all for reading Friday's post wherein I aired some big, bad insecurities and confessed to a smidge of blogging angs

• What Don't You Do?

  You walk into a cocktail party. People are mingling, sipping champagne, nibbling little bites, uttering pleasantries. Eye contact is friendly, but fleeting. Before you know it, you are in the mix. Talking to people you don't know. Trading vital statistics. First, you play that well-worn name gam

• My Nanny Is Twelve

  Calm down. Nanny is not a pre-teen. But she did just join a gym recently and upon joining said gym and undergoing one of those fun free-of-charge fitness exams with calipers, she learned that she has a metabolic age of... twelve. Yes, you guessed it. Twelve. But while metabolically a child, N

• I Am Not a Good Liar

  Which is not a bad thing.  After all, I am trying to start a conversation here about authenticity in this fake-it-to-make-it world of ours.  I am just saying that the inability to lie (about little, relatively inconsequential, things.  Calm down.) can sometimes complicate life.  How about some e

• You Look Great Today

  No, really, you do. I just did something I don't do often enough: I gave a compliment. And, no, I'm not being insincere.  No, I can't see you, but I'm sure there is something about you -- your shirt, your casually-curled hair, your heirloom necklace, your taut Michelle Obama arms, your endear