About Paris.

I was 16 years old the first time I visited Paris. I had known I wanted to visit for as long as I could remember. It was basically the sole reason I elected to take French my freshman year of high school. I don’t exactly recall where this desire came from, aside from a biological … Continue reading

On life as a female football fan.

Last Sunday, like millions of other Americans, I donned my black and gold and walked to the bar to partake in America’s favorite pastime. It’s what we do, on Sundays from September to January. It’s what I’ve done for most of my life – from watching at home growing up to at various Steelers bars … Continue reading

Do you hear the people sing?

Today I saw Les Miserables on stage for the second time in three months. It’s probably the show with which I have the longest, strongest affinity for: I’ve seen multiple productions, I own the DVD of the movie, and I’ve listened to the songs hundreds, if not thousands, of times since I first heard them … Continue reading

What’s in my head today.

To be honest, I don’t have much to say. But that’s not why I’m writing.  Occasionally I feel like I have to put words on paper (or screen, as it were these days). Tonight was one of those nights. Fueled by wine (as the best writers are, of course), I found myself opening WordPress for … Continue reading

Operation Happy Place.

Due to the events of last weekend, I made it a goal for myself to minimize solo time as much as possible. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts, unless I was using them to power a run (I do my best running when I’m angry), nor did I want to spend the first … Continue reading

What it’s like.

My ex-husband is getting married this weekend, and I have no idea what to do with myself. Tonight, I tried running, wine, pizza, and hockey. Each made me feel better for a minute or two, because each made me forget for a minute or two, just after a minute or two, the relief was gone. … Continue reading

Dispatch from inside a fortress.

I’ve actually been trying not to write for the past two weeks. I didn’t really want to put this all out there, but instead, I’ve been holding it in and dwelling on it and slowly driving myself insane. But sometime around midday today, as I should have been doing work but found my mind wandering … Continue reading

Hockey, Westerosi style.

It all started with a simple text from an old friend: Sidney is my Jon Snow. No one likes or respects him but he’s still fucking awesome. It was midway through Saturday night’s Pens/Rangers game. Said friend has lived in Capitals territory for nearly ten years, and so there are certainly few people near her … Continue reading