Neglectful Pretties

    In all of my stereotypical gleefulness surrounding the creation of my most recent post, I neglected to mention all of the other exciting things I’ve done this past week. I’m a very busy girl, you know. I’ve roamed, I’ve...

The Top 25 Rules of Writing for Men

    I grew up in a house full of boys. Because of this, I’d say I have far more male friends than I do female. I’m happy with this. But yet, despite my comfort and familiarity with men, I still find some aspects of...

The Suicidal Cardinal

    I had work to do today – pretty, colorful work involving bright shades of blue, purple, orange, and green. Earlier this afternoon I went to visit my friend Steve. We had painting to do – oh the painting we had to do! Slowly,...

The Incessant Questioning Toddler Post

    Last year when I was living in England for a while I got to spend quite a bit of time with my friend Alastair’s three year old son, Hugo. Hugo is a delightful boy who skipped right over that Terrible Twos stage. However, like most...

Death of a (Car) Salesman

    Anyone who has read this blog for any reasonable length of time should know by now that I am hopelessly addicted to cars, particularly BMWs. I fell for those loveable Germans ages ago when I was introduced to the 3 series. My first car was a...

Curls and a Smile

    I haven’t been sleeping too well. Heck, adjust my schedule by an hour or two and you could say I’m downright nocturnal. There’s something about how quiet the world gets that late at night that’s so conducive to getting...