I’ve written about my awkward first kiss before. Except for a brief glimpse, I haven’t written about what happened next. Because what happened next is I was a moron. I told myself a relationship with this guy was risk-free practice since he already had a girlfriend (long-distance, “agreed to see other people,” blah, blah, blah)….
In between sips of my Amaretto Sour, I kept gingerly clinking my teeth together. One of my hallmates suggested going to Nick’s, and I realized my usual response of “I’m not drunk enough to eat at Nick’s” was not accurate. “I can’t feel my teeth,” I offered. “Great, let’s go!” Janice was the only person…
Teenage girls need to make a personal fashion statement, something to set them apart. I was a teenager long before there were sweatpants with writing on the ass. And clearly my trouble attracting guys had to do with the single piercing of my ears. So I decided to get my ears double pierced. But that…
Under Construction: Brussels, the European Union, and Me This post was inspired by the Write on Edge RemembeRED writing prompt: “Imagine your life, or a part of your life, as a title and tagline. That’s it. Give us the title, and give us the tagline.” You know I can’t leave it at that. This prompt…
Dave and I got married 12 years ago today. We kept it simple and got married as close to our dating anniversary as possible. So on Wednesday, we will have been together 19 years. Nineteen years sounds like a long time to me. It’s exactly half my life. And it’s gone by at an alarming…
This week’s memoir assignment at Write on Edge was to write about a memory of yourself with someone else, as other people help shape who we are through their words to us, their actions, or their lack of action. I wrote this to stand on its own, but it’s also a continuation of a previous…
My family played Yahtzee a lot when I was growing up (we managed to play without any violence, seriously that link is so disturbing…couldn’t they just have said no, I don’t want to play Yahtzee? And what kind of person doesn’t enjoy a good game of Yahtzee anyway?). I spent a summer during high school…
Ah, the sounds of France. The sea crashing onto the beaches at Normandy mixed with the respectful hushed voices at the World War II cemetery, the rapid fire native French speakers I strained to understand, the clank of the manual metal elevator doors in the charming small hotels, and the beat of the techno music…
I realize this is my second memoir style post in a week. Bear with me…I’m trying a writing exercise, as I have realized since starting this blog that my writing could use some work. ************************** For my first taste of freedom, the amount of space I’m given is a little confining. A tall person could…
Dooce is running a contest to celebrate her 10th blogging anniversary and the topic is: what is your nickname, and why? My nickname is Satan. I think the why is rather obvious, but since almost everyone who has ever heard my nickname has been dumb enough to ask the why question, I guess you can…