Mom told me that when she was little, her mother used to dunk her head in a nearby stream to get her to stop crying in the middle of the night. In her own words,
“I don’t know why I cried then but if I had to guess, I was feeling neglected by my own mother since I had three siblings under me that took all her attention.”
Before you throw your stones toward my grandmother, give her a break — she had 8 kids (9?) and had to see at least one of them die at an early age.
If I hear Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” at a wedding reception, it means I’ve tragically miscalculated my exit strategy.
Boom, boom, boom goes the speakers.
Here comes the DJ —
“Alright, all the single ladies to the dance floor!”
Cue the shouts by drunk “friends” at my table —
“JESS! GO! JESS! SHE’S SINGLE!”
Some like to stand and make wide gestures while pointing so everyone else gets the memo.
There are only two choices a single maiden has in this scenario: one, being physically pushed to center-stage by these friends who’re all of a sudden very enthusiastic about filling an…
I watched “Julie & Julia” last night. And I discovered Meryl Streep.
Or was it Julia Child?
I am unable to separate the two women. Meryl brought Julia to life — better yet, to the joie de vivre that encapsulated the chef’s karma. I was amazed by the actress’s ability to cloak herself as a gesture of respect to the character. That’s hard to do as a creative person. You’re always tempted to insert your vibe in the expression.
Jenn’s sister, Becky, was lamenting her wardrobe’s pitiful state.
“Everything in this closet is dead to me. I’ve been photographed in everything. The photos are up on Facebook. I need to wear something new.”
“Wow, why don’t you take your entitlement elsewhere, you spoiled — “
“…what if the closet was a living thing?…”
It was 45 degrees outside today — a very welcome temperature after continuing to get hit with snowstorms the last few weeks. Though white, muddy piles still cover all the lawns in our suburbia, the latest sunny beams mixed with rain have cleared sidewalk paths. I’m finally able to walk the dog (Bella) without snow boots on.
Nevertheless, it’s still winter. The warmth today was suddenly overtaken by the cold as the sun started to sink late afternoon. And there are still patches of ice that you’d miss if you weren’t careful walking. …
I won my first spelling bee in the fourth grade. Back then, I had no concept of studying but was already a bookworm so words came naturally. Under that same humblebrag, I found myself competing again the next year for my class.
On competition day, I sat in the front row of the school auditorium while the younger grades took turns going against each other first. Jennifer* (name changed for privacy reasons) sat next to me. She’d lost the year before so she told me she’d studied hard so she could beat me this time. I was fine with her…
In a past (career) life, I used to be a production manager on a documentary film. It was my first gig to start over in the media field after moving back home, so I needed to impress.
Because of my detail-oriented brain and an unmerited passion for getting things right the first time, I used to write these long-winded emails to colleagues that encroached on essay territory. Needless to say, most of those emails went seldom addressed because no one in their right minds wanted to read them. …
In Sedona, Arizona, McDonald’s arches are turquoise.
As Instagrammable as they seem to appear, this was the result of McDonald’s compliance to local building rules, which restrict man-made structures from taking attention away from the red rock mountains that landscape the region. McDonald’s trademark golden arches were thought to clash with their natural beauty and were adapted to fit in.
Laws are one good reason for localization, but the majority of this innovative strategy is based on good taste. Localization enables companies to branch out to unfamiliar territories and appeal to the locals in a way that doesn’t feel foreign…
My friend sent me this photo of an encased Moleskine notebook with the following text:
“Evidently the people are so consumed with the need to write…that they now need to lock these up at Target.”
The Classic notebook that my friend showed me retails at Moleskine’s website for $14.95, excluding sales tax. On Amazon, you can find these for as low as $10.58 depending on the day. So the price tag alone doesn’t justify locking the notebooks up as you would a tech gadget or prescription drug.
What’s so great about a plain notebook that every brooding writer or serious…
I’m all over the place.