It didn’t matter how well I prepared. Deep down, I knew this. It made no difference how many times I rehearsed my piece in the days leading up to the show (only four, actually), or how confident I felt in my dress – a black maxi with a floral print in shades of blue, paired…
It was Thanksgiving 2008. Or possibly Christmas. Also, it may have been 2007. Regardless, it was my turn to play holiday hostess to my family… and I was excited. For I had, at long last, found a corner cabinet in which to store and display my china – and along with it, a coordinating Demilune table….
My husband calls me Larry David. As he says, I am impatient, outspoken, and easily annoyed with people over mundane things. Which in all honesty is a fairly accurate assessment. And so he calls me Larry David. (Although he says it with love.) Jim is a big fan of Curb Your Enthusiasm. And during one episode…
I had a dream recently. A very vivid and strangely emotional dream about an ex-boyfriend that left me feeling guilty, confused, and utterly unnerved. I’m fortunate to have maintained genuine friendships over the years with several of my exes; guys who, in spite of our doomed (and often dysfunctional) relationships, went on to become wonderful…
It’s fairly well-documented that neither Jim nor I are big on celebrating Valentine’s Day. And Lil’ Bit, for her part, seems more excited about the cardboard mailbox she decorated at school in anticipation of the big day than the actual Valentines that will go in it. Besides, she’s still playing the field. Given all that, I thought…
My hair may be short, but my relationship with it is long and illustrious (not to be confused with ‘lustrous’). Defying the laws of follicular physics in every way possible, my mane is a direct contradiction of the phrase, “You can’t have it all.” And not necessarily in a good way. It’s thick in volume,…
Living with depression was, for me, like having a head full of the television static that used to appear on screens during dead air back before the days of cable and satellite. And much like that jumble of black and white fuzz, it was constant, chaotic, and absolutely maddening. I couldn’t focus on my life…
As the former marketing director for a cluster of radio stations, I took away three cardinal rules of broadcast media: One, cume is key – always strive to increase your cumulative audience. Two, time spent listening is a close second. And three… You want to sell the sizzle, not the steak. “Remember… sell the sizzle,”…
Hello! I'm Kristin, a self-proclaimed city girl now living the rural life with my husband, daughter, and a black cat named Boo in eastern West Virginia – or as I like to spin it, the far western suburbs of D.C.
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