The Dairy Queen

My favorite memory from my local DQ back in the day? When my high school boyfriend asked me to wear his class ring. We were sitting in a booth by the window and it was all awkward and adorable.

from the guest room

I love our guest room for some reason. Maybe because its rarely used and stays clean. Or because its cozy and quiet. The dog doesn't come in here, the kiddo doesn't either, nor The Accountant. Its an untouched space of sorts. That's where I am now. Sometimes I'll take my laptop in here and sit... Continue Reading →

what the song says

I've had "Edge of Desire" from JM's new album, Battle Studies, on repeat in my car for the past week. Sometimes I get hooked on a song and won't let it go. This one in particular makes me all melancholy and wistful weird. It's tortured, longing, desperate. It speaks to me for various personal reasons I won't go into. It reminds... Continue Reading →

dear diary

This is my journal. My real journal. The kind with actual paper that you write on with a pen or pencil. The kind you hold in your hands, then slowly crack the binding and smile slightly as you blemish the first page with your favorite ink pen. That kind of journal. The romantic old fashioned REAL kind.... Continue Reading →

Class of ’94, redux

I guess this will be the post where I rehash anything publicly sharable from my weekend. And then wonder why I feel the need to do so on the internet. But anyway.... I gathered up the 20-30 bags of stuff needed to travel with a child and headed to the fam's on Saturday. (By the way, why... Continue Reading →

family stuff

My grandmother is doing well according to the doctors and was discharged from the hospital yesterday and transferred to a rehab facility.  She'll be there for a few weeks and I guess we'll go from there.  It's hard to still think of yourself as a kid and to watch the adults in your life age... Continue Reading →

finally!

I've never been so thankful to see it rain before, ever.  It made me smile and think of these things. •  The Morton's salt girl.  One of my favorite logos of all time (my advertising background coming out) and I remember we always had a box of it in the cabinet at home as a... Continue Reading →

missing you

I fully realize that I'm a grown, married woman of 30-something age.  But sometimes I still feel like that insecure, naive but hopeful high school girl of the 90s.   I miss her some days.  Back then I was preoccupied with adolescent dramas involving the opposite sex, making the grades, basketball games and looking ahead to college and an unknown life that held... Continue Reading →

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