Shingles

There’s no good reason that I’m writing right now. A) I’m on Percocet, which means I’m overly honest and cranky because B) I’m in pain and woozy because C) I. Have. Fucking. Shingles. WHO THE FUCK GETS SHINGLES? OLD PEOPLE. In my mind, people who get shingles are old. Not 38-year-old women who aren’t sick […]

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Snowboarding

I grew up skiing but always wanted to learn to snowboard. It seemed so peaceful — just one piece of equipment allowing snowboarders to just float down the mountain, quietly carving their own moving meditation. On the other hand, my stress at the possibility of snapping my knees in two and looking like an idiot […]

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Tyranny of the Urgent

I spent the last nine weeks subsumed by what I’m calling The Tyranny of the Urgent. I spent a week with my sister helping her to prepare for the birth of her second child. We put our house on the market. I helped my parents move out of and close on their house where they’ve […]

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Scars

I was joking with a friend a few years ago about how agonizing job interviews are, and he said: “next time you have a job interview, you should just make a PowerPoint presentation describing the history of all of your scars.” (PowerPoint? Yes, he’s a consultant so only communicates in PowerPoint.) I thought it was […]

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Broken Wrist

I took December and most of January off of this blog because I broke my wrist while snowboarding and, for a long time, couldn’t type more than a sentence with my left hand. And, my brain moves faster than my fingers, so writing a blog post using just my right hand on either my computer […]

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