'Did you enjoy your stay?' 'Well, no.' I said. We were checking out of our hotel on our most recent road-trip to Edinburgh. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. Like that time I asked Neil to marry me. Or the time I threw my Dad out of my house. Or that time I asked … Continue reading Did I Just Say That Out Loud?
And so, this time last week I was sitting in a very accessible coffee shop in Edinburgh with two former colleagues I hadn't seen in a while. We were catching up before I realised they hadn't seen Isla in a REALLY long time. 'But I feel like I'm in your house every day,' said one. … Continue reading I Do Declare. Or Something.
Eight years ago today, I was getting ready to go on what I already hoped would be my last first date. The boy liked Japanese fiction, beer, and obscure bands and the girl liked all of those things, and the boy, too. Online dating and I were on a break. Had reached an impasse. Agreed … Continue reading That Time We Clicked
NaNoWriMo and I have an interesting past. The first time I took part, I drafted something that I printed out on mint green paper, workshopped around, edited with red and purple pen, and then stuck in a drawer. Every fucking day year since I have done a variation on that same theme. Blast music. Scribble. … Continue reading NaNoWriMo Prep & Other Words
The first thing we thought about when planning THE TRIP was finding a wheelchair-accessible place to stay on Long Island. I love my Mom, but having three extra people in her house would not be a clever thing to do. We thought about renting a room in a house, but couldn't find a place accessible … Continue reading When The Accessible Hotel Room Is Inaccessible
We travel down to Edinburgh on Saturday and fly to New York on Sunday. Things have been a little hectic around here, but we are nearly ready to go. I'm looking forward to being on the plane. Planes are where I don't have to take any phone calls, charge any phones, or answer questions harder … Continue reading Finding Zen On An Ordinary Day
Today’s post was going to be about my ultimate stress-busters. A numbered list with keywords and phrases like What The Hell is Hygge? or Just Find Me, Google, Damn it! A (somewhat universal, but still rather personal) list that would garner such comments as: ‘Great post!’ b. ‘Your so funny!’ iii. ‘Can I have tea … Continue reading Driving Through Doors