There’s something about a gal who doesn’t hesitate to share all of her personal interactions with the world. I’m not sure why I relate to that. I just do. Griffin’s memoir talks about her childhood, her time in the Groundlings, her marriage and subsequent divorce and her plastic surgery. Nothing is overlooked or brushed aside. …

I took this photo as I pulled into my driveway on Sunday morning after having spent six hours driving home from NYC. That’s normally a four hour drive, but I pulled out of a Maryland rest stop going North instead of South and didn’t notice for over half an hour. I would blame my embarrassing …

I’m neither rich nor suave enough to successfully navigate an art show. Yet a friend had one this past weekend, so to show him support I put on my big girl bloomers and emerged from my cave. And it turns out art shows are just as I imagined they would be – dimly lit rooms …

Where was I? Oh yes, in downtown D.C., frantically searching for my car keys. Digging, digging, digging. Nope, no keys. I realized I must have first put them in my camera bag, before deciding to leave my camera bag in the car. Lindsey and I looked at each other. Then we looked at Daniel and …

I don’t automatically agree with the person speaking. That is to say, if I’m having a conversation with someone I don’t immediately take their side in arguments or discussions. Like the time I was meeting one of Anna’s friends for the first time. When her friend started talking about her recent ex-boyfriend and how he …

There are only so many introductory letters to soldiers you can write before your brain’s Oscar convinces your mental Big Bird to burn down the street. Not that writing letters to soldiers isn’t a worthy time spender – just the initial one is soul draining. How to sound thankful without being cloy, how to sound …

Once upon a time lived a zebra-striped sequins purse. Her name was Pursey Galore and she was owned by a gal named Lori. Lori had an idea to send her purse into the world. And with each person allowed to hold Pursey for their own sweet, short while companies made a donation to the American …

Fred was a boy in my high school. We were peripheral friends. You know the kind – our friends were friends, so everyone I knew knew him and everyone he knew knew me and sometimes we’d hang out together, but only as part of a group. There was no real reason our friendship never evolved. …

I can’t fall asleep – my body still thinks it’s on the West Coast. Which is good as it means I’ll stay awake while scarfing down another dinner to feed my incessant hunger. Wait, am I jet lagged or pregnant? Oh, no, definitely jet lagged. Have no fear. Unless you were excited at the prospect …

The last time I went to get my car checked was before my Michigan/Ohio road trip. My mom suggested maybe my ’93 Chevy Lumina could use a good look-over before the drive and I grudgingly agreed. My initial hesitation was because of my hatred, intense yet futile, of all automobile-related interactions. I remember as a …