Monthly Archives: July 2009

There’s a passage in The Princess Bride (the book) where Buttercup tells her parents she’s ‘overtired.’ Her mom replies: “Terrible things can happen when you’re overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.”

There was only one contender left in ‘Crush Status’ for her Project Man fieldwork progress report. This one has withstood ‘the list’ and has continued to impress. So far, so good. But, the crush was still young, and there was … Continue reading →

After a long day brushing the horses in the heat of mid-summer, she stopped for a spell to sit in the shade with some iced mulberry tea and check her messages. She had one text from her latest crush, asking … Continue reading →

He had been wavering lately in everything. Not really here nor there, and not just a bad day. He wasn’t aligned with his purpose and was being sucked down a vortex of ‘small existential crisis’ which to her had dragged … Continue reading →

Fully loaded with snacks and supplies, they headed out in the early morning hours to embark on a road trip up west for the holiday weekend. Around Crazy Woman Creek, WY, they found themselves desperately out of gas, running on … Continue reading →

Tip #7: Over a seemingly peaceful meal, when he asks you a question, interrupt him gently, pull out a granny-sized pill case — one with Monday – Sunday compartments — and say: “Hold on, just a sec. I forgot to … Continue reading →

It was an evening like no other. A buzz was rimming through the crowd like a hive. They were hot and bothered in the summer eve, ready for the main act to take to their instruments and rev it up. … Continue reading →

At the jazz gig at the St. Exspendy Hotel, the conversation changed tunes from vibraphones to vibrators. “I just don’t get it,” she said. “All my friends keep talking about their vibrators. I’ve never been into it. I just prefer … Continue reading →