Ah the Internet… What would we do without you? Certainly not know which Disney Princess, city, Taylor Swift song or Friday Night Lights character we are, and, apparently, whether or not we’re modern women! Considering I am a woman alive right now and not spending my days churning butter, I thought I’d put myself to this very important HuffPost test. It’s times like these that …

image source I cry when I’m on an airplane. It doesn’t happen every time. It never happens on a red eye, for example, when every opportunity for miserable, uncomfortable sleep must be fully maximized. It doesn’t happen when I’m flying with other people, unless they’re fully asleep or deep in the action movie they can finally watch now that I don’t have movie theater veto …

wildly bummed that I’m not wearing that dress tonight… Today is my birthday and the seventh time I’ve written a post on this blog about that fact. That’s seven years of trying to find something meaningful and wise to say after another 365 days of life. A few days before my birthday, I always re-read every post from age 25 until today. I like to …

Don’t ever say the following to your husband of ten days as you stand inside the walk-in closet you painstakingly cleaned for five hours: Wow. I have so many clothes. I could go months without shopping.  Because then he’ll say this: Yeah right. And you’ll say: No really! I can, and I will.  And then he’ll say: Prove it.  And then you’ll say: FINE! And …

this is how you hold this thing, right? Tomorrow I will take my very first guitar lesson. Well, technically I took one guitar lesson a year and a half ago for a video series my friend was shooting about trying out new skills. That pre-lesson prompted R to get me a guitar for my 30th birthday (last August) and guitar lessons for Christmas (last December).  …