In high school and early college, I was a VW bug (new model). Small. Unassuming. Kind of cute, kind of perky, but not really overbearing, or particularly sexy. Nothing superlative, in a good or bad way. Not the best or the worst, safest or least safe, cutest or ugliest. People tended to like me, and…
Technically, This Counts
This is technically a blog entry. I’ve still written one every day of November, though November 1st my blog entry was on my other blog (Wonder Women, look at it by the way, v. funny entry about being a cherry red Jeep on there!) However, a senior level dude just quit after working one…
Ask and You Shall Receive
Back on August 25th of this year (just three days before I discovered that LIFE AS I KNOW IT WAS OVER), I made a couple of lists of things I want to do with my life. I think there’s a theory that simply writing out your goals makes them happen. I don’t know if that’s…
Adventures Down Under
When I was 21, I went to Australia to live for a while. I look at my 20 year old brother now and snort at the thought of him being mature enough to travel that far away for that long on his own. I was probably a wee bit more mature than him at…
A Disconcerting Conversation with a Frenchman
Richard is a former contractor who worked with my company for six months a couple of years ago. He’s a handsome young Frenchman, very charming, very nice, very much a Casanova. While he was here, he met and fell in love with a local girl, and eventually they married, got his green card, had a…