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Dinosaurs, Divas, and Direction

Famously, I came home from school when I was 3 and told my parents I wanted to be a paleontologist. (Now that I have my own...

Cirque du Celeb

The sky was a drab gray as our bus drove down the crowded London streets. I leaned my head against the window and stared at passing cars...

A Tale of Two (or more) Toys

I am an only child. Despite my parents each having a brother and sister, I was an only grandchild. Only grandniece. Only niece. The short...

The True Color of the Grass

Spoiler alert: it isn’t always greener. Okay, that’s not a spoiler. We’ve all heard the old saying, and we’ve all heard the old saying...

Eulogy for a Backstreet Baby Brother

Supposedly, more humans fear speaking in front of others than dying. I’m willing to bet, though, that this was not a fear the late Aaron...

Hot as…

With my hubby being from Britain, we generally spend 3-4 of our summer weeks there visiting friends and family. People get jealous when I...

Princeton Pride

When I was a little girl- 3 or 4- I wanted to go to Princeton University. Not because of their renowned academics, but because they had...

A Love Letter to Eurovision

In April of 2006, I found myself at a gay club in London aptly titled Club G-A-Y because my friend’s friend wanted her to go with him,...

Patchwork Quilt

I didn't know I could quilt! I'm not using needles, thread, a sewing machine, or squares of fabric to craft my piece, though. No. I'm...

Tick Tick

Why do I connect with stories the way I do? They can affect me at a deep emotional level, eliciting constant, dwelling thoughts, giggles,...

Tornado of Time

Cuz, you know. There was an actual tornado, and my blogging abilities seem to have been sucked into an infernal vortex. I started this...

Balance, Take 2

Sorry for the long absence. I’ve just been sitting in my corner of the world overthinking everything. Seriously. The amount of blog posts...

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