Monthly Archives: January 2011

Legacy.

It’s interesting what happens when someone close to you dies at the age of 99. Death, obviously, is never easy, and funerals of any kind are always pretty heartbreaking, especially when your stepdad speaks about his mother being the best woman he has ever known but it’s barely audible because…

You Can Cut This Angst With a Knife.

Oh. Are you in for a treat here. When I was at my mom’s in the summer I found my entire adolescence packed neatly into a giant cardboard box at the back of the closet in my childhood bedroom. There were pictures. Report cards. Mix tapes. Papers I wrote. Yearbooks….

Lucky.

Somebody needs to take away my parenting license, I think. At work yesterday, my ears started burning. I ask Carol what this means and she’s all, “yeah, it probably means you are getting sick,” which I sort of scoffed at because I figured she just wanted to share the wealth…

How You Got Here.

I’m not, by nature, an over-analyzer of my stats. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I look at them, because I do. If you say that you don’t, I’m going to go ahead and call you a liar, only I probably wouldn’t call you a liar to…

Hells Bells, Trudy.

It’s not secret that I am a big fan of Emma Pillsbury. Well, I am actually more a fan of her clothing choices than I am of, well, her. Although, she does get to shtoop Uncle Jesse, so, you know, there’s that. But, sigh, the cardigans. The Mary Janes. The…

Keep Your Filthy Paw of My Pretty Jaw. Wait. WHAT?

Grease, the movie, was an institution in Casa de LittleAli. (Don’t even talk to me if you are going to blather the merits of Grease 2, because Grease 2, you guys, is like The Godfather III. Everyone saw it because of the whole obligation thing, but once it was over,…

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