It’s no secret that my primary motivation for working so much is to save money so I can travel. But sometimes I get sidetracked and blow my money on clothes and shoes. And not even practical shoes. I don’t need another pair of shoes, and I used to have a rule that if I bought … More Cinderella Slippers
This week I came to the sudden realization that my life was getting sad when I watched the Domino’s pizza tracker on my phone in real time. I was transfixed, like a dog watching a squirrel out the window. Pizza was the only thought in my mind, and until I could inhale it and satiate … More Pizza and Peepholes
“What band are you in?” the man I’d met only 60 seconds ago asked me. I smirked as I felt the overwhelming urge to lie come over me. I clearly don’t look like a rock star in my day to day life and was looking grungy with my dirty hair and leather jacket. I had … More Sad Songs
“Hi, Friend. How are you this evening?” I looked up at the waiter guessing that I didn’t know him but doing a double take just in case he was actually a friend of mine from another life and we happened to be crossing paths again. I confirmed he was a complete stranger, and instead of … More Bitch Is Back
My love of cheese runs deep. Ask anyone who really knows me and they can likely come up with some specific and telling stories. I went home for Christmas and my friend and her fiance brought me out to a restaurant specifically to get a cheese board. My aunt got me a wheel of blue … More Cutting The Cheese
I was lying down on the sidewalk, coffee spilled and slowly crawling its way into the street to my left. I reached for my phone that had flown from my right hand when I went down, but realized it was out of my grip as I heard the faint sound of my mom’s voice coming … More Slum Lord with a Limp
I can throw back some food like no one you know. This is a fact. The irony hasn’t escaped me that I love to eat yet hate to cook. It’s an anomaly I’ll never understand. My love of cheese is rivaled only by my love of wine. And that would be the ultimate Sophie’s Choice … More Human Hoover
I was already tired and annoyed when the man sitting across from me on the train decided that belting out a song and dancing in his seat was a good idea in a public space. It escalated to anger when we were at capacity, all of us commuters shoulder to shoulder and miserably gasping for … More Incognito
My hand was pressed up against the glass window of the restaurant in a Vulcan salute as I tried to make eye contact with two men who were passing by with my best puppy dog sad eyes when the thought occurred to me that I might actually be more competitive than I initially thought. I … More Vulcan Me Back
The overwhelming desire to throw a cookie in someone’s face was a new one for me, but I was quickly able to talk myself down as I needed a roof over my head for the night, and I knew full well I was acting exactly like some kind of entitled asshole. I had arrived in … More Johnny Jabber
Transient Transplant 