Got Milk?

Confession is cathartic and this is mine: I have a highly illogical but very real fear of running out of milk. I mean that quite literally—there are few things in life that make my heart race and bring me closer to the brink of losing my ever-loving mind like an almost-empty … [Read more...]

Ladies Who [Are Out To] Lunch.

My 25th birthday was hallmarked by the rather terrifying realization that it’s finally happening. In a sort of “I still vaguely recall what to do with this tooth brush” kind of way, I am officially losing my mind. It became impossible to deny the blatantly obvious when at … [Read more...]

Bagged Lunch Baggage.

It’s nice to see all of you again. You haven’t changed one bit. I trust that the past several weeks have worked out beautifully for you and humbly apologize for my propensity to get sidetracked and forget that just because I’m not thinking about my blog does not mean it doesn’t … [Read more...]

John Henson is my Homeboy. Also, I am Cold.

While the harsh reality that I work at a church might suggest that I am, in fact, immune to the typical distractions that vie for the attention of the general masses, it’s far from true. Take this morning, for instance. I sprang forward at dark thirty to get to work, and in my … [Read more...]

Gone to Carolina.

Tonight, I find myself once again packing my life into duffel bags. It’s odd that there’s something comforting about doing what has become so familiar to me. I’m moving to Chapel Hill! I’m a happy kid-someone needs to teach me how to do a cartwheel right this very minute. But … [Read more...]

My Smarter-Than-Me-Phone.

It was free. And free was the only way that I would have taken it, really. I cancelled my cell phone plan last summer right before I flew back to Dakar, effectively rendering both my old phone number and my antique pink phone entirely useless. [Really. The Smithsonian called … [Read more...]