I’ve been to Mesa and back and I’m pleased to announce that it’s still a wonderful place to be. My teenage self is dying right now; I used to hate Mesa with a very particular passion reserved for teenage girls … Continue reading
The first year I missed Thanksgiving with my huge crazy extended family was in 2005. I’d moved to Canada two months earlier to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. I’d just turned 19. I was in college. My little … Continue reading
I have cried–wept–no fewer than six separate times today. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I didn’t even push anything out of my crotch for it. I can never be a mother.
I don’t know. I’ve been in a weird place lately. Not depressed, but…susceptible. Yes I think susceptible is the exact word I need. Maybe it’s the fact that we had a couple days of spring—just enough to get me thinking … Continue reading
Today, when I got sick of wracking my brain for something—anything—intelligent to say about romantic literary theory, I allotted myself five minutes for a little breather. I decided to spend it in pursuit of my very favourite pastime: scouring the … Continue reading
Here I am, once again preparing to face a brand new semester of higher education. When I was a kid, the day before school started was always a big deal. My sister and I would carefully sort through our new … Continue reading
This is post #2 in a five-part series about how awkward I was at BlogHer ’10 in New York last week. Here’s the first installment if you’re interested. Join me, if you will, on a full day of reminiscing how … Continue reading