Last week, I picked a day and made a list of everything I did. One good day. Keep in mind that many of my days consist of avoiding a shower, sitting on the couch, and reading articles suggested by Digg. Making a list of everything you do can make you have a myriad of feelings, [...]

I was cleaning up the kitchen the other night, and as I cursed my husband under my breath because he'd messed up the stove again, I stopped short, realizing what a jerk I was since he'd actually taken the time to cook. Whereas cooking for me looks a lot like melting cheese on tortillas and [...]

I've been "working" for the better part of an hour with nothing to show for it, and it suddenly dawned on me that every one of my mornings looks almost exactly like this. I sit down at the computer, determined to be productive, and the following chain of events occurs: Open email. Delete Gap ads. [...]

Lately I've been thinking about how much I've changed over the last twenty years. For whatever reason, little reminders keep popping up to challenge my illusion that I'm still basically the same person. I don't think anyone likes to look back to their 20's and remember that very strong feeling of believing they'd never turn [...]

I'm having one of my typically partly sunny days.On the one hand, it's kind of been like my birthday. The Empress, over at Good Day Regular People, featured me in her "Get To Know Thursdays." I don't want to get all hyperbolical on everybody, but you know how they honor people at awards shows with [...]

Before I start this, let me just say that I know I'm a big, lucky whiner. I don't have to worry about going to the market and not coming home because someone blew me up with a car bomb. I know the water I'm drinking won't give me cholera. Hell, I don't even have to [...]

I got really weepy in Costco today. Why? Because I walked by the Toy Story 3 display and saw the montage of the character "Andy" as a little kid, playing with Woody and Buzz. This made me think about the part when Andy grows up, turns into a teenager, and leaves for college. Which in [...]

I have a very distinct memory of an evening during grad school, oh so many moons ago, when I was having dinner at my apartment with my then-and-no-longer significant other.  We were trying to eat, but the phone kept ringing with calls from distressed girlfriends who were in the middle of some trauma or drama [...]

So I haven't been dead or under a rock.  I've just been in Denver (And, no, that isn't some backhanded comment about Denver, which would be lovely even if you were somehow under a rock.  Dead, not so much.).  I still can't quite believe it myself, but I was on a real live girls' weekend.  [...]