Monthly Archives: January 2011

My friend Wayne from Backroads was in town yesterday! He and I quickly bonded this past fall in the normal Backroads-friendship-cementing ways: sneaking from alley to alley in hilltop Tuscan towns to avoid guests contact, foolishly bungeeing together giant piles … Continue reading →

Someone mopped my stairwell today. It’s been at least…let’s see…19 days since a mop has danced its way across the concrete. This I know for a fact, because the day Anne moved to Houston I took out the trash. A … Continue reading →

As they say…it’s been one of those days. Or nights. Cue Joshua Radin. 6:17 pm. I sit at the piano in front of church as Pastor begins the first reading. Scanning ahead in the bulletin, I note that the Song … Continue reading →

Walking into a spa/beauty salon is like entering a time warp. Suddenly, the year is 1996 and I’m a self-conscious high school freshman, nervously tiptoeing around the hallways of KML and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with anyone Older … Continue reading →

I set up Netflix today on a blu-ray player. Am sort of proud of myself. Even more so because the television is one that my friend lent me after her family got a flat-screen. So the TV is circa 1884, … Continue reading →

I love spinach. So does this guy. My dad doesn’t eat spinach. Sometime a year or so ago there was this giant spinach recall, and ever since then he’s sworn it off in favor of other, better behaved greenery. Not … Continue reading →

In California; dreamin’. Apropos. Can anyone out there interpret dreams? Like Joseph in Egypt? It’s 6:30 am on Saturday, and I just woke up from one of those freaky visions that are so realistic, you have to pinch yourself to … Continue reading →

I want apple pie. Every January, I feel the uncontrollable urge to go cold turkey on refined sugar. This partly stems from the fact that I pig out gloriously over the Christmas holidays (especially on the Oreo snowballs that my … Continue reading →