Points to Ponder

M.I.A.

This blog is more of a reflection of me than I realized, or that you knew. Grab a Starbucks or a Big Gulp or whatever they serve wherever you’re reading this, and I’ll explain. Let’s start with the easy visible part. The blog’s overall look is one of simplicity. Or at...

Jack Of No Trades

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” That’s a question I’m still trying to answer. Maybe it’s easier as a kid, before limits are placed and doubts set in. And bills accumulate. The easier question now is, “What don’t you want to be?” I’ll tell you what—but it’s...

Things Grown-Up Me Does That 10-Year-Old Me Would Never Do

Pass on buying Girl Scout cookies. I sold Girl Scout cookies a very long time ago (point of reference: they cost 50 cents a box), so I know what it’s like to spend Saturdays schlepping around your neighborhood trying to meet “each girl’s quota” so that “each girl may...

Linda, Row Your Boat Ashore

Okay, so there was no boat and no shore. But I still rowed this morning. It’s supposed to rain this weekend in Southern California, which makes us natives want to cocoon and get all cozy—unlike our East Coast brethren who, at the prediction of more precipitation, are...

What Happened the Morning I Didn’t Check My Email

I’ve been waiting for two emails most of my adult life. Okay, maybe not. Maybe for four months and ten days, respectively—but it feels like most of my adult life. Since checking my phone every two seconds wasn’t making them appear any faster, I took a stand this...

Happy Hallmark Day

Driving through a parking lot this morning I had to stop several times for people rushing in front of my car. Wild-eyed men-type people. Then it hit me: tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. They were going to See’s. Once I was out of elementary school and no longer decorating...

An Offer I Should Have Refused

“Club what?” I asked. “Club Pilates. It’s opening next to Subway,” the woman on the bike next to me answered. Hmmm. When one door closes… Because as it turned out, a door was closing—the door to the spin studio I’d joined eight months back. I’m not a fan of cycling,...

Why Time Travel is a Bad Idea

When my brother was about 4 and I was about 5, we tried to build a time machine out of cardboard boxes. I’m not sure why Mom let us think it might actually work, but since this was the same mom who gave us a bucket of water and brushes so we could “paint” the house,...

I Missed My Calling

Today's Daily Prompt got me thinking about words. New words, specifically. When I learned the Oxford Dictionaries issue quarterly updates, I presumed it was because (1.) these newly-minted words are much too important to wait a whole year for, or (2.) they have to...