There was the very first guy, *Darrell Henson, whose uncanny resemblance to Michael Jackson meant that I was instantly in love. That was in the 5th grade. We, of course, need to mention Steven Morgan, whose hazel eyes and 6th grade charm meant that I was quickly under his spell. Even when he fell in …
How to Fall in Love.
This. Listen to this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMfJNHClTXo You're welcome.
The Unholy Hour. (Or, the Gym Diaries)
Hi. And ouch. But a good ouch. So for the past few days, I've been waking up at 5AM to go to the gym before reporting to the OK Corral. Yep, you read that right. Since you're getting to know me here on TSP, let me educate you on a few things about me: 1. I …
Meanwhile, in Paris…
La femme. L'homme. Le sigh.
The Unibrow.
When I was 15 years old, my love of words helped me to decipher an interesting conversation going on around me. Picture it, 1994, a suburban high school: a 15 year-old sophomore is sitting in her Sports and Entertaining Marketing Class. She is sitting quietly, which is how she is able to hear the following, paraphrased conversation: …
“You Always Wear Red Lipstick…”
"...and it inspired me to buy some and wear it whenever I go out." My sister said these words to me the other evening as we headed out to dinner. Nice, huh? (Incidentally, she was indeed wearing her new burgundy lippy from MAC, and she wore it proudly.) Just reminded me that gone are the days …
This Square Peg and the Hamburglar.
Of the many, many nicknames my bestie has for me, there's a particular one that pretty much speaks for itself: The Hamburglar. Do you remember The Hamburglar from McDonald's of old? The petty thief who liked to filch people's burgers? Of course, I wasn't going around stealing people's food (I mean, not all the time, …
The Influenza Monster.
First, hi. Second, yep, it's been several weeks. Third, yep, we're in an entirely different year than we were in my last post. Hope you're loving 2015 so far. Me? I'm trying to make it through the day without passing out within inches of my co-workers. During the past week, I was felled by a vicious …
meanwhile, in a Parisian cafe…
This.
The Value of Tough, Ouch-y Love.
I wrote the following essay last year and submitted it to HelloGiggles. Wasn't published, but such is life. I'm proud of it all the same. Check it out below. Feel free to let me know what you think. The Value of Tough, Ouch-y Love Deep down, I knew it was coming. As I informed the …
This Square Peg. 