Where Erica posts pictures and things.
I was at the doctor’s office a few works ago for an annual check up. (For once.) As I sat down with the nurse practitioner, she looked at my chart and announced.
“Ah, I turned 30 last year. That one hurt.”
I must have looked confused because she immediately followed with, “I mean, I don’t know if you think about age like that.” Continue reading “Twenty-nine”
I’ve always been painfully sentimental. As a kid, I’d do little things like asking my mother to stop the car so I could go flip a turtle over after it got stuck on its back; I’d probe my grandmother for stories about her life out of an oddball desire to better understand life “back then”; I was prohibited from touching stuffed animals at stores because once I touched one, we had a bond and it would be so sad if we just left it there. (I swear that last one wasn’t an attempt to get more toys, I was just disturbingly thorough in applying human emotions and empathy to all people, places, and things.) Continue reading “All Singing, All Dancing”
A friend of mine, and subsequently I, shared this video from the AFL-CIO on Facebook earlier.
I grew up next to Atlantic City in a suburb where many of my neighbors and friends’ parents worked in casinos or in the hospitality industry on the Jersey Shore. Atlantic City isn’t as fancy as New York, but it has grit and history. Continue reading “Trump City”
Remember the season finale of Mad Men when Don Draper goes out to California and he’s super lost about his purpose in life and where he belongs so he tags along on a retreat? Like a true New Yorker he’s all sarcastic and refuses to buy into the crunchy, granola culture-type thing and then he has a breakdown/breakthrough at the end.
I feel a lot like that after going to LA for the first time. Continue reading “Los Angeles”
After Madrid, Pam and I flew over to Vienna for WordCamp Europe. It was the largest WordCamp to date and we spoke at it. It was such a wonderful venue and despite all of my anxiety before our talk, I really had a lot of fun. Probably because I had such a great buddy by my side. (Awww.) Continue reading “After Vienna”
