The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

My parents were supposed to be visiting this week. They made it as far as Dallas Friday night before a confluence of events wreaked havoc with those plans. Thunderstorms, diverted flights, planes without crews to fly them. And then, the coup de grace: cancelled flights. They ended up sleeping on the floor of the airport, … Continue reading The further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

The day a notorious mobster taught me how to make pasta sauce.

I was saddened to hear the news that Ray Liotta passed away today. But I was downright mortified by my friend Ashley's response. You know what? I was salty! I was a freakin' container of Morton's Iodized because Goodfellas is probably my all-time favorite movie, and Ray Liotta's portrayal of notorious mobster-turned-FBI-informant Henry Hill is … Continue reading The day a notorious mobster taught me how to make pasta sauce.

Guac-blocked by the Supreme Dictator.

Thank god it’s May 5. Not because I love Cinco de Mayo or anything (though I appreciate a taco or margarita as much as the next fella). I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with all that “May the Fourth be With You” Star Wars-themed nonsense anymore. Apparently, May 4 has been associated with … Continue reading Guac-blocked by the Supreme Dictator.

Still horn-y after all these years.

Friday evening was wild. Actually, the whole day felt heavy with anticipation. Like things were going to happen. Sure enough... It began when I stepped onto the front porch at 5:30 for my morning walk. The air was pungent with the earthy aroma of rain. Which was odd, given that there wasn't a cloud in … Continue reading Still horn-y after all these years.

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a…guitar?!

You know what’s funny? Going through your phone on Monday morning and finding a photo from Saturday night you don’t even remember taking. That’s the sign of a great weekend! The photo wasn’t even of me. It was Tara, dancing in front of a mural in Art Alley after dark. She may have paid for … Continue reading Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a…guitar?!

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy.

I “attended” a virtual online brand storytelling conference today. My boss signed me up under her email and username. When I logged in and realized I was her—and that none of the participants were on camera—I could not let the opportunity to have a little fun pass. It all started when introductions were made. People … Continue reading I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy.

Bat’s All, Folks

I read a few days ago that lower back tattoos — a/k/a “tramp stamps” — are making a comeback. All I can say is, thank god. Maybe I can actually enjoy public swimming pools again. Let me backtrack. In 2007, I was freshly divorced and ready to hit the dating scene. Because I’d married my … Continue reading Bat’s All, Folks

Amy Stays and the Chicken’s Embarrassed

A couple of months ago, Tara and I had a tête-à-tête (fancy phrase for "conversation") about our DVD collection. I wanted to move our DVDs from the built-in shelving unit in the basement and she wanted to ditch them entirely. Madness. I talked her out of getting rid of our DVDs. In fact, we ended … Continue reading Amy Stays and the Chicken’s Embarrassed

I See in Rhyme. Like, All the Time.

I was chatting with a friend the other day, and somehow, the topic of Dr. Seuss came up. “If there’s one thing I’m really good at, it’s rhymes and lame poetry,” I confessed. I wasn’t trying to sound conceited or anything. It’s just an odd (and useless) talent I have. “Oh, good!” she replied. “You … Continue reading I See in Rhyme. Like, All the Time.

Life Would Be Simpler if Bricks Were Like LEGOs

I was listening to the radio on the way to work and the morning show hosts were talking with a caller who happened to be a bricklayer. And I thought, what a ridiculously easy job that must be. I’ve been able to stack since I was two years old. But I realized there was probably … Continue reading Life Would Be Simpler if Bricks Were Like LEGOs