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No Tall Tales Here
Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start...
Chapter 1: The Quest to Conquer
I entered this realm a rather tiny baby. My mother, somewhat concerned, made several visits to the pediatrician who assured her that as an adult, I would be taller than my mom, barely five feet tall herself.
Thirty five years later I, quite ...
Seems egghausting, if you ask me!
Yeah, I know it's not even close to Easter and I'm pulling out the corny egg puns. But I wanted to lead with a joke.
Like this one:
Did you hear about the company that pays women employees so they can freeze their eggs?
That almost sounds like the start of a sexist joke. What it purports to be, though, ...
Five reasons why India rocks
Everyone knows India is mystical and spiritual and beautiful. At least everyone that has not stepped foot in the country. Once you've visited you know that India is controlled chaos spinning in kaleidoscopic frenzy. Everything has been distilled so you're left with the best, the worst, the most vibrant, the craziest. There's just nothing vanilla ...
Canine Capitalism
There's this little thing I have to give vent to. Which is surprising because I haven't blogged in ten years. So, this better be pretty darn profound. Sorry, not going to happen. In fact, it's distinctly un-profound: there's actually a thing out there called "BarkBox."
It's a monthly subscription for a box of goodies delivered to ...
Rehashing old material
So, there hasn't exactly been an uproar over the fact that I haven't blogged in months, but every once in a way a bored friend inquires about my permanent writing block. So, here's something I derdged up from yesteryears - an article from Susan George written in an era where she was all gung-ho about ...
Clueless at the ballet
The main musical score was the same as that in the Old Spice ad when we were growing up. You know, the cool one with the guy surfboarding, went like this "tan-tan-tan-tan, taan-taan-tada." If you were born in the '70s in India you'll probably know what I'm talking about.
That was the extent of our cultural ...
A rose by any other name…
I was under the notion that in Umrica when people introduce themselves, they also tend to lean forward. That's what happened to me every time I had the privilege of saying hi to someone I hadn't met before. I first observed this somewhat strange body language at church, shaking someone's hand in the "meet and ...
Of Berry Smoothies and Green Pants
I'll never touch another berry smoothie as long as I live. In fact, I'm pretty darn sure I won't even drive by a Jamba Juice in the next millennium. The reason for my paranoia? Last Friday, I had the misfortune of downing two humongous jars of this chalky, pasty, smelly potion, innocuously called "berry smoothie." ...
Uncomplicated
I pride myself on being uncomplicated. For a woman that is. Early on in my marriage I realized that men are rather slow with processing hints, that extended silences may not be decoded as, 'you hurt my feelings and we need to talk', that to man 'everything's fine' means 'everything's fine'. So I've adopted the ...
MEET SUSAN
