For a long time, my best friend dated a dud. She was earlier to the dating game than I was. She’d get upset about something he did, and I was bewildered… until years later, when I experienced it for myself. Then? “I cannot believe you put up with all that!” That, and she and I had…
While part of me – the rational, logical part of me – wants to dismiss that luck exists at all – another part of me – the empathetic, humble, kind part of me – cannot. Often, I’ll think: “‘Luck’, that’s just something we use to explain what science hasn’t figured out yet”; or “‘Bad luck’?…
Earlier this week, I read an essay about Coco Chanel. In it, she’s quoted: Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants. So bitchy, yes?…
Alright team: a confession. I’m trying to lose some weight. Not a lot – just enough to help me trim down my half-marathon running time. I’ve run a few, and I’d like my time to be a bit faster. So this year my training plan includes lifting weights and losing some weight. Which means calorie…
When I was younger, I thought I wanted to work in book publishing. A lot of people want to work in book publishing, so the pay isn’t so great. I knew that going in. It’s also something you need an education for; I knew that going in, too. After I finished my degree, I worked…
Over the past few weeks, my boundaries have been pushed a few times, and I’m about ready to curl up into a ball and become a hermit. One of the times, I’d had a disagreement with a friend. He saw a situation differently than I did, and thought I was “close-minded” for not seeing it…
Years ago, Barack Obama cracked a joke that’s stayed with me. He said something like: “we all need somebody who keeps us hungry and humble – Michelle does that for me.” I think about this often, the qualities of being hungry and humble, particularly after I’ve suffered some humiliation. Yesterday morning, it snowed. On my walk to…
You hear that racing thoroughbreds are high-strung; that they’re skittish and scare easily, and that you need to run them to keep them calm. Or maybe you don’t – maybe you’re not interested in horse racing at all. I mean, who is? Not me. I’m not. Oh no. (Ahem!) I would never read up on…
