Tag: friends

year 35

Years ago, on some random middle-of-the-week day in February, I somehow came to whilst doing my taxes (TurboTax 4 LIFE, yo), and realized it was my birthday. And ever since that year, it’s sort of become a weird tradition. It’s not like I purposefully…

and, just like that

Annnnd just like that, I’m home. Well, sort of home. And not exactly ‘just like that.’ Loose Definition of Home: Guest bedrooms in Madison and Minneapolis. My actual Home is occupied until August 2015, so I’ll be bouncing between friends and family trying to…

jack russell and the old cow

A few autumns ago, my friend and I took a motorcycle-trip-turned-road-trip (because both bikes mysteriously broke down within the first 20 minutes, probably the Motorcycle God’s way of hinting at something) around the western tip of Lake Superior, from Grand Marais, Minnesota to Copper…

thanks, friends.

If you had asked me 20 years ago how I would spend my 33rd birthday, I probably wouldn’t have said sitting in the dark in my living room, with a circle of my friends singing “Patience” by Guns N Roses, or sending sky lanterns…

and then there were three

A year ago, one of my dearest friends, Lisa, knocked on my door to collect me for brunch, a brunch that I was already a few bloody marys into at the restaurant down the block, when her water broke on my porch. The night…

beginning the new year from end of the world

Once Patagonia was thrown on the table for our winter trip, it became impossible to remove it. Even though it costs a million dollars to get there. Even though the car rental for two weeks is practically more than the flight. Even though I…

first impressions are not everything

You do not learn about people by picking up all of the personal facts they purposefully drop casually. And people are rarely the version of themselves you meet on a first date or initial encounter, when they are making every effort to impress you…

that moment when

That moment when your tandem kayak gets lodged between two boulders and water starts rushing over you, so much so, that you actually become a part of the rapids, so you both rock aggressively back and forth with all your might without moving an…

yes, i will do that with you

So, I have a confession. Sometimes (many times) I wish there were two Me’s, just so I didn’t have to convince other people to do all the weird crap that I want to do. The other Me would need no convincing. It would probably…

in a northern town called florence

Eleven things I did this weekend: 1. Drank a lot of warm Rumchata. A lot. 2. Contemplated the meaning behind a restaurant called the Town Pump, and then contemplated owning it some day. 3. Squeezed two medium-sized people, three large-sized people and one big dog into…

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