Discovering a friend shares your love of Jessica Rabbit, hiking to the top of K2, finding one last piece of candy corn in mid-November – these are all reasons to rock. Not to be confused with discovering your friend shares your love of mini croissants. That is a reason to have a mini tea party. …

Stumbling over rocks in my high heels, feeling the sun’s heat on my skin, being annoyed at tourists – I remember it as though it were yesterday. But it wasn’t. It was a long, long, terribly long time ago. It was a time when I could walk without my shoes quickly becoming damp and heavy. …

A deep, spiritual quote about waves or change or fear of sharks. That’s what should accompany these photos. Yet no amount of Discovery Channel pondering can help me think of one. Visiting Washington state I had ventured out into the freezing Pacific waters, my relatives waiting back on the beach. I’d been in the Pacific …

“I’ve always known Jeff’s name. Sure, I used to confuse him with Chris all the time, but I’ve always known his name.” I argued this one Tuesday night, during a discussion of my habit of forgetting everybody’s name. “Um… you called me John for the first year you knew me” Jeff responded. “Really?” “Yeah.” “Huh.” …

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 …