Author Archives: Willow

Broken Heart Status: Mending You know what helps a person with a shattered heart? Flying 3,500 miles east to visit her bestest lady-friends. They will cheer her up. They will take her shopping. They will make her cookies and pesto … Continue reading →

As a frequent flier, I’ve developed a list of questions that consume me while on the plane, and which I promptly forget as soon as I disembark. But for highly scientific blogging purposes, I’ve tried to retain my ponderings. Here … Continue reading →

Grr. I just spent over an hour working on a post, only to lose it right before I could publish. This is my luck right now folks. Maybe the post was too focused on the banalities of my life-since-heartbreak, and … Continue reading →

The weird thing about having a personal blog is not knowing just how personal to get. I mean, my relationship just fell apart, suddenly. But this isn’t the right forum to disect the depths of my devestation. Suffice to quote … Continue reading →

So this is the big news of the weekend: I got a Queen Bee bag (pictured below) for HALF-OFF at this store that was closing downtown. Folks, this is incredible. These bags are hand made, vegetarian leather, extremely popular (in … Continue reading →

I recently chopped about 6 inches off of my hair. After all of the upset with my job, plus weeks of sunshine and cherry blossoms, I needed a change. I wanted to feel like I had, you know, SOME control … Continue reading →

I have been arguing with Jake Longstreth about Curb Your Enthusiasm for about a year. He thinks Larry David is a comic genius. He has adopted Larry David’s method of telling stories. He thinks that I am like Larry David’s … Continue reading →

I lost my job this week. Despite the fact that the school where I work(ed), and the parents of my student all wanted me to stay, a lawyer for the district decided to act against the best interest of all … Continue reading →

Here is a list of things that have made this week easier: 1) Sympathetic roomates taking me out to (seperate) dinners. 2) Jordan’s 9 year old sister saying this: “If I was a grownup I would go down to that … Continue reading →

I am a cursed woman. Sunday is my favorite day of the week, and Monday is my enemy. Why do they have to be neighbors? Why does creepy ol’ Monday gotta be smirking at me on a mellow Sunday evening, … Continue reading →