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Monthly Archives: December 2015

Old Year’s Revolutions 2015

  We didn’t have a white Christmas but Mother Nature sure made up for the oversight two days later. I went to the historical society to do some genealogical work on Monday and when I walked into the building, it was still late November weather — in fact, not only was I not wearing mittens […]

Trigger

I’m thinking about the kids of Sandy Hook Elementary school today. Like all national tragedies, where I was when I heard the news is burned into my brain. I was in an airport business lounge checking my work email. My coworker at my then-company, located in a suburb of Boston, gave me the news that […]

An ode to fungus

Living in Wisconsin makes you a very particular kind of human. We’re extremely nice — almost annoyingly so. We value hard work and kindness over sophistication and intelligence — which is charming on a variety of levels but can be somewhat painful at times too. And in the winter when it starts getting dark by […]

How to make new lasting friendships as an adult

About eleven years ago last month, Poppy and I met for drinks in Chicago and she said “Hey, have you ever considered having a Diaryland-Con in Green Bay? I like spa weekends, and I kind of want to experience the Bad Bar.” A legacy was born on March 4, 2005 when we held the first […]

Holly jolly

Remember when I said that December was a bit of an exhale? Bwah! I was smoking something really special. This weekend we were full of stuff to do — Esteban left today for a business trip to Vegas. Since he had Scotty’s bi-weekly Dorkathalon on Friday night, we spent most of Saturday morning running around […]

Ho Ho Holy crap I overschedule myself

If you know one thing about me, it is that I frequently overplan my time. Take, for instance, the month of November. At work, I had planned for a month of insanity. It was great for my revenue numbers but super not great for my mental health. I also have been playing professor once a […]

I don’t know how to bra

My boobs and I have always had a very complicated relationship. Saving aside the bittersweet reality of happy fun pillows combined with scary mystery bumps┬áthat require frequent medical squashing, there can be — how shall we say — too much of a good thing. My husband would of course disagree. Somewhere along the highway of […]

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