October

I usually cry on my birthday. I’m not known for being a big crier– James declared me a robot many times. But after practically three years of almost daily cries, I’ve sure shown you, Jame. And on my last birthday with him, I remember sitting on our bed and crying.…

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Fortunate

Nate claims all of our overseas adventures get better with nostalgia. As in, around day ten they’re ready to sleep in their own beds and stop walking tens of thousands of steps a day. But as soon as I get them home, they long for nNea’s pizza on a balcony,…

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Horizon

Summer’s over and the kids are back. It’s the time of year when Target appears to have been attacked by locusts, and Trader Joe’s feels like trying to get to the bar at a popular nightclub. I recently asked ChattyG to tell me how many people live here. The basic…

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Passed

Growing up, I was the only person in my family of four who was the first born. My mom, my dad, my brother– all the youngest. Say what you will about birth order, it is definitely a thing. Through no fault of their own, they just don’t fully get me.…

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Chopped

One afternoon, as a teenager in the nineteen hundreds, I’m in the kitchen and I open the coffee cup cupboard, which was over the counter. Back when no one questioned upper cabinetry. And I open this cupboard and a turquoise plastic measuring cup comes tumbling out at me and before…

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Darwin

Nate knows all the British football songs and chants. I’m no fan of Liverpool, but I do love me some Darwin Nuñez. And I love to sing his song, even though I only know a couple lines… Darwin, Darwin Nuñez,He came from Benfica to the big Reds,It’s frightening with him…

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Meathead Movers

Here in town we have a company called Meathead Movers. They’re everywhere. I wasn’t so sure about trusting this brand with my stuff or my walls, but I noticed we used them at work. They claim to be “student athletes” that use moving as a way to workout, which is…

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Aura

I really should update my last post from “Pants” to “Big Pants.” They define your level of aura. The Gen Z Gen Alpha crowd likes their pants big. Not exactly MC Hammer big, but apparently the big pants trend originates from the nineteen nineties. Shhh, don’t tell the Zoomers. In…

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