My nomadic tendencies impart no novelty to anyone who knows me. Intrinsic – and my job – I joyfully seek opportunity to see the world, speak Spanish, practice another language, and generally push myself to move beyond the comfort I call home. Typically, retrieving my passport from its safe incites a childlike anticipation for another … Continue reading A Writer’s South American Confessional
Chickens and eggs. Pollos y huevos. Tavuk ve yamurta. What do they really have to do with learning? Until this morning, I’m not sure I even knew. This past week, as part of my company’s customer service training, we filled out a questionnaire to determine our learning styles. Me being the lifelong introspective, compulsively self-aware … Continue reading Life lessons from chickens and eggs.
I’m usually someone who is comfortable with silence. Awkward, comfortable, days’ worth or simply minutes, I usually need some sort of silence to function and feel at peace. I can go hours ambling around my apartment (when I had one) with enough chatter in my head to never notice the gorgeous silence surrounding me. Five … Continue reading Culture Shock Got My Tongue
This sprinter may have finally figured out how to run and endure. It seems I’ve spent the majority of my life surviving; running at full speed from or to something, someone, or somewhere. It used to serve me; I was after all the fastest sprinter in my high school at the time. Despite how I … Continue reading The Tortoise Catches Up with the Hare (and kicks some *ss)!
Even as I type this text, I’m pretty certain my blog, in all its gorgeous high-heeled self, got stuck in a sewer grate somewhere. For over a week I have felt words bobbing and throbbing, impatiently begging to break the surface of my mind. I even have several Word documents containing stains and splatters of … Continue reading Patience and Other Virtues I Don’t Have
It’s official. I am obsessed. As I sit outside on this cool Sunday morning sunk into my turquoise Adirondack chair, the breeze spins, bouncing the jewelweed and shaking the trees as I head into a self-induced confessional. In general, the bottom line rule is true summer weekend mornings are not to be greeted any earlier … Continue reading Obessession Confession of a Lifelong Writer
It all began with Yawn Pong. Years ago my superbly crazy friend, Chris, and I would call each other up (that was kind of our job, to talk to each other) and leave messages containing great big yawns on each others voicemail. The idea was to make the other yawn without being "yawned back". We … Continue reading A Blog was Born