On forever being five-minutes late The mantra of my high school marching band teacher was, “If you’re on time, you’re late.” Our practice field was at the bottom of a grassy hill with no stairs, so if it had rained, the band members – half of whom were always
On crying in the Culver's drive-through lane My sister, mom, and I all share a predisposition for giggle fits. They’re rare occurrences, but when the right moment strikes, there’s no fighting the part of our DNA that causes giggles to flow freely. I was reminded of
On celebrating friendships in your 30s To celebrate Valentine’s Day, Devin and I went with friends to the trampoline park. I’ve never understood why anyone would want to go out to eat at a fancy restaurant – or any restaurant – on February 14th, when there are crowds, something Midwesterners
I should not have been selected to compete I read somewhere that your spelling skills live in a different part of your brain from your writing skills – and from the rest of your intelligence, for that matter. I’ve held onto this tidbit for a long time, comforted by the
When sugar calls Lately, I’ve been obsessed with a pastry I lovingly refer to as a “toilet seat.” “When you run to Hy-Vee, can you grab us a toilet seat?” I’ll ask my husband, and he’ll give a slight smirk and nod, unable to resist. He’s
The class itself was fine. The relentless text messages were out of control. Nothing has ever made me feel as old as the Trendy Exercise class I recently attended. It wasn’t the exercises themselves, which involved little squats and wrestling a plastic tube around my thighs. Those were fine.