Tom and I have now lived together for a little over two months (Saturday, June 13th was the first official day we lived in the new apartment) and contrary to what friends see (or how I paint the picture), we are both quite “domestic” in our own ways. Continue reading “How To Make a Money Tree Work For You”
It sucks to get fired. It sucks even more when you didn’t like the job.
“It’s like getting dumped by a guy you didn’t even like,” my friend said.
“It’s exactly like that,” I said, “Except I’ve never even been dumped.” Continue reading “I Should Have Fired Myself – But the Bastards Beat Me To It”
Hey guys, the blog is back! And better-looking.
At least I think so. Continue reading “Very Highbrow Gets a (Free, Low-Maintenance) Blog Make-Over”
One evening before we moved in together, Tom came back from a dinner with some married friends and said, “Yeah, so apparently we’re going to fight a lot.” Continue reading “The Sunday Seven: On Moving In Together”
Two weekends ago, Tom came over for moral support as I began to pack up my room. I didn’t get very far – I tossed a few clothes into boxes, threw away a small mountain range of magazines, and started to pack up my desk by removing the two bulletin boards I had hung on the wall above, where I pinned photos and mementos. I had removed just one of the boards when I started to cry. Continue reading “Saying Goodbye To A Room of My Own”
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| The view atop Sargent Mountain in Acadia National Park, Maine |
This Saturday, Tom and I move in together. Continue reading “Why I Chose to Live in Sin (And So Should You!)”
This is Part 2. Read Part 1 Here.
Last to come in was the COO, with a J not an ‘H’. He seemed vaguely foreign with dark, slicked back hair and an angular face balanced atop a long, bony neck. He wore a crisp white collared shirt which seemed to be sewn into the slim, fitted suit jacket and jeans. I imagined (I didn’t want to look him from head to toe) on his feet were polished tan Ferragamos. “So Betty,” he said, and at first I detected an accent until he spoke for a few minutes more and I realized he had no accent at all.
Continue reading “How to Ace the Interview, Part 2: Tell (Some of) the Truth”
This was a time of life, she understood, in which you might not know what you were, but that was all right. You judged people not on their success – almost no one they knew was successful at age twenty-two, and no one had a nice apartment, owned anything of value, dressed in expensive clothes, or had any interest in making money – but on their appeal.
Over email, the HR coordinator asked me to set aside an hour and a half to meet with “the team.” Continue reading “How to Ace the Interview, Part 1: Put in the Time”
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| Tiger Flying a Helicopter, 2015 Charlene Pen on Paper. |
This morning, I read this blog post from one of my favorite bloggers:
“How Did You Know You Were Ready To Have a Baby?” *
Continue reading “Why I’m Not Ready to Have Kids (Aside from Not Being Married)”
I don’t often write about my mother, but birth and mothers go hand-in-hand and both days are upon us. Continue reading “A Note on my Mother”
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