• New friend fail.

    I feel pressure, most days, to write something meaningful and important on this blog. Something thought provoking and intelligent. I think I’m going to just give up on that and just write about…well, anything. So today, you’re treated to a story about this guy I met. Let’s call him, “Jess.” I have no fear that he will find this because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know my last name – how in the world would he find a blog? So I met Jess recently while out with the girls. He seemed very nice. He’s from the NE and has a thick accent. He’s a good looking, Italian guy. Sounds…

  • Old habits die hard

    I grew up in a very, very, very small part of the world. Super small. I think the population was 271 a few years ago. Photo courtesy of Leadhill.org. It’s the kind of place that you know everyone or know who everyone is. My family wasn’t one of the most affluent ones. We did well to get by each month. If it weren’t for my grandmother, I don’t know what we would have done. I went to school with other kids that didn’t seem to have the same issues in life that I did. It was easy in that town to judge others. I felt judged. I felt that people…