Current status: stress vomiting like a house cat. I’m supposed to do this aerial showcase on saturday. My aerial…teacher, (Coach? Guru? Enchantress? Evil Siren?), Laura, keeps telling me I’m doing great, I’m ready, I’m good, it looks awesome. I think she’s falsely boosting my confidence just so I don’t start crying again. I don’t blame … Continue reading
I have this friend. He is awesome. I met him almost 11 years ago and he somehow still surprises me with just how awesome he can be. Mostly, it’s linguistic. Word choice, for him, is always apt, and clever, and catches you just enough off guard that the tiny icicles on your heart fissure and … Continue reading
I’m the kind of girl who likes to have my proverbial cake and eat it too. Dance all night but get up for early morning yoga. Settle in but not settle down. Free fall with a safety harness on. I’m also the kind of girl who does not buy into the whole single-girl-woe-is-me-I’ll-get-a-cat-instead mentality. I … Continue reading
I’ve had the blues lately – those long road ahead, full tank of gas, guitar player in the passenger seat kind of blues – the I’m itchin’ to run, return the prodigal son, guided by the Texaco star blues. Makes you think about Elvis. And songs about Elvis. And marshmallow fluff? A take on the … Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 