I can hear already hear Tucker at the door. Try as I might to walk quietly up the back steps into our apartment, he always hears me coming. Most days, Tim would have already greeted him, but he’s working late tonight so I’m home first. His head keeps popping up, up, up in the pane… Read More Tucker Tales: An Adventure in Patience
My fiancé and I are in the midst of combining our separate large living spaces into one (small) one. We piled all of our things into a one-bedroom apartment – and I do mean ALL. The only things of mine left in my mother’s house are a sled and a baby doll bed my Papa made for… Read More So much stuff, so little space.
Sorry for the hiatus, moving and all that jazz. I was at a (fantastic) dinner party last weekend when a friend of mine brought up my post on oil-pulling, asking if I’d seen him comment about it before. “Jerry does that every day.” “Wait, what? Seriously?” “Yeah, he’s been doing it forever, swears it took away… Read More But first, let me swish some oil.
On a random Facebook scroll I came across this post: Actively exercising my first “oil pulling” attempt and trying not to gag on my whole mouth full of coconut oil and spit. I am going to be vastly disappointed if I don’t have whiter teeth and better digestion by tomorrow. Thanks, Pinterest… My immediate thought… Read More Oil pulling, that’s a thing.
I know I’ve told you about les chats – but did I ever tell you about la souris? ♦—————————————————–♦ My first year in New York was, I’ll admit, a lot of late nights that had nothing to do with my job. We’d go out for a beer after work and the next thing I knew,… Read More Bell et la Bête, er…la Souris.
I met one of the guys from our sister station in Illinois today. For the fourth time. “Hi, have we met? I’m Illinois.” Blank stare. “I’m Bell. The intern.” We’ve met four times. But clearly I’m not memorable enough to remember even though I’m the ONLY intern at this radio station. “Oh yeah, where do… Read More Nice to (re)meet you.
I have a tendency to compose letters, in my head of course, to customers sitting at my table, or people sitting next to me on the train, or people texting me ridiculous things, or people walking dogs on the streeet… Such as… Dear Customer, Thank you for leaving me a penny with the heads up… Read More Dear ______,
My brother is 15 years old. As we drove through town we discussed his upcoming confirmation. When a Catholic makes the sacrament of confirmation they are asked to have a sponsor who will present them to the Bishop or Celebrant when they step forward to be confirmed. He was unaware that they usually encourage you… Read More La vérité sort de la bouche des enfants.
So, a few weeks ago, I vlogged. That’s video-blogged. I think. I hate that word, it’s so…dirty sounding. Like actually dirty, not like, “oh dear God don’t say that in front of your grandmother” dirty, but actually dirty, like dirty towel. Anyways, I vlogged. Blegh. The responses, though varied included, “I really thought you were… Read More Wait, I thought you had a Boston accent?
Of summer that is. Yes, yes. I know I’ve said it before. The leaves are falling. The breezes are cooler. The humidity doesn’t make me feel like I need an asthma inhalator. As ready as I am for the leaves to change color, and the opportunity to wear the countless jackets exploding from my closet,… Read More Lets Pretend It’s Not the End