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  • Self-Sufficiency Is A Lie I’m Going To Stop Telling Myself

    My parents have two dogs. The old one is lethargic and entitled, but the younger one is a survivor. She can left herself out of the house, do her business and then come back to the door and bark to be let in. She can use her paw to sweep food scraps from the counter…

  • Why You Should Get Back To Basics

    Last week, I wrote this piece for the lovely Ellie Di over at Headology. And while I’ve realized holding a gun to my own head as a means of increasing productivity is a practice I need to ditch, the flip side of what I wrote there is also true –sometimes, you need to go back…

  • A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Office

    Last week, I ended up in the hospital. Well, ended up is maybe the wrong choice of words. It makes it sound like I set out for Dunkin’ Donuts and somehow took a detour to the ER on my way to get a large black with one sugar. No, I drove myself there at 7:00…

  • 12 More Months Of Me

    2011 was a big improvement over 2010. Given my thoughts on that year, almost anything would be, though. In 2011, I landed my current job. I started writing for Forbes. I was published by Salon, Jezebel and The Atlantic, among others. I drove across America with a stranger. I became an aunt again. I spent New Year’s…

  • Nothing To See Here

    “What are you thinking?”   This was a game my travel partner and I played a hundred times last week. Late at night, over dinner, during long stretches of flat road, on the last few miles to our next destination. A close cousin to “Why are you looking at me like that?” The object is…

  • Whimsy, Wendys and What I’ve Been Up To

    I knew Annie Passanisi and I were kindred spirits when she unveiled her plan for world domination and it involved trademarked t-shirts and kissing booths. I was delighted when she asked me to be a contributor to Whimsy for Wendys, her brand new e-book baby. As much as I alternately reject and grudgingly tolerate the…

  • Thanks For Asking

    My coworker asks if I’m well. “Well? Not really. Maybe well-ish, I guess?” “Unacceptable, Sport” “I’m fine. I’m here. I’m doing my job. The rest of it isn’t germane.” “Germans? What Germans?” Our internal phone system isn’t the greatest. And yes, he calls me Sport. The point in this is that I didn’t lie. I…

  • My New Gig

    As I announced on Twitter and Facebook, I’m more than a little chuffed to report that I’ll now be blogging for Forbes. The process by which this came about is pretty similar to my pal Susannah’s story. But now the time is right (long-distance move, dumping all my worldly possessions, landing the job I wrote…

  • Make A Wish

    Coworker’s birthday at a local pub. I am overdressed. Low-key by city standards, but too done-up for here. Enough so that I’m offered a gin and tonic while everyone else at the table has beer. I decline. We talk work and foreign language pronunciations and how we came to be here. Either you were born…

  • Psst…

    New piece up over at Thought Catalog. In this one, I turn my Margaret Mead gaze on my parents’  relationship vocab. P.S. to the Psst… I’m also thinking of starting a new essay series/project-y thing re: community, communications and identity in the post-internet world. Gimme a shout if you’re intrigued and want to kick around…