Pura Vida

There is so much I could say about Costa Rica…you know, the typical things everyone knows:  the black sand was unbelievable, the rainforest was a presence to be reckoned with, you must try the zip-lining…blah, blah, blah dinner party talk.  I could focus on those things, which I’m in no way trying to disrespect (because…

Blue Moons Happen

I have a thing.  Any of my close friends or family members would recognize it immediately, because when it shows up, it doesn’t do a great job being discrete.  It makes itself known by twiddling my thumbs, chewing my bottom lip, or flat-out making demands out of my mouth.  It is the thing I have that keeps…

Fickle, Fickle

I’m notoriously fickle.  I’m not just a little bit fickle; I’m fickle to a fault.  My husband spends a great deal of his time chuckling and shaking his head at my manic schemes.  I have to laugh at myself too, because I know how I sound going from extreme to extreme in the same breath.  After a…

The Inner Sophia

    I love watching The Golden Girls.  I have seen every re-run approximately 473 times.  Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, Sophia, and I go way back.  They’ve gotten me through many sleepless nights and boring Saturdays when I couldn’t muster the strength to get out of my pajamas.  They’ve nursed me back to health just about anytime I’ve…