Smooth Sailing

I’m leaving the country tomorrow, and for some reason, I am bizarrely calm and well-prepared for it. If you know anything about me, you likely know a few days before a trip I start to completely lose my shit. There is a fear of the unknown that is always lurking right around the corner.  Thoughts … More Smooth Sailing

Betty Crocker

I don’t enjoy cooking. I’m not good at it.  It seems to take forever. Don’t get me wrong.  I love food.  I live for a wonderful meal.  I just don’t have the patience or skill set to pull it off on my own. I have a friend who sent me a recipe for fried rice, … More Betty Crocker

The Boise Experience

I’d mulled over what I had done wrong for months.  Everyone knew I was being sent to Boise for my tee-shirt selling side gig, and after being sent to Australia last year, it had become an ongoing joke about what sort of cardinal sin I’d committed to be sent to Idaho. I’ve been bitching about … More The Boise Experience

The Fourth 4th

I woke up in a funk when I realized it was my fourth Independence Day that I’d witnessed in Seattle. I went to pick up all the essentials for my non-barbeque on the rooftop as I would be providing my guests with snacks and wine but most definitely was not hostess enough to fire up … More The Fourth 4th

The Meat Section

“Don’t worry.  You won’t have to go on stage or anything,” I was promised. “Good.  Because I don’t do things like that.  I’ll freeze up.  Or throw up,” I responded. “They take volunteers so they will leave you alone unless you want to participate.” Being a human who prefers to be in a zero participation … More The Meat Section

Disaster Bridesmaid

I flew into Indianapolis in early May, ate dinner with my family, and then took off on a 2 and a half hour drive into the wilderness…or as close to the wild as I get as a city gal. My friend, Katie, was getting married at Turkey Run State Park in Marshall, Indiana. I’m pretty … More Disaster Bridesmaid