Tag: Ronnie
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Life, going down the right tube
This is by no means meant to be a synopsis of my year – in fact, I’m leaving out some of the biggest stuff on purpose. Just a few random tidbits about time and how we choose to pass it. Thoughts on 2008: – In February I decided to chop my hair off and go…
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I lead a double life. I am secretly a superhero.
It all started with a ring. A birthday gift from Erin, who sent me a very appropriate piece of jewelry to help me celebrate my 30th birthday: a ring, made from an M key on a typewriter. The perfect gift for a writer. And me, deeming myself clever, had a conversation with my clever partner…
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Wearing my heart on my sleeve (or my turtle on my back.)
I recently landed on a post by BusyDad about his tattoos and the story behind them. Inspired me to want to tell you about my own tattoos and their stories. I have 3 of them (or 4 or 5, depending on how you look at it), and like BusyDad, I like that I can easily…
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‘Time may change me / but I can’t trace time’
So for the past 21 days, National Novel Writing Month has been consuming my brain. I am 34,000 words into my 50,000 word goal. As I write this my mind is really on a scene between Ryan and Erykah, two of my characters, and I’m trying to mediate their torn hearts. I have surprisingly been able to…
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I hate change.
When I was a sophomore in high school I had it all. Great friends that I had grown up in the town I’d lived in since I was 3, a great social life that included hanging out with BFF Amy literally every day, and great times in the neighborhood with more friends and family. Then…
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A birthday princess for a day
On my 30th birthday Susan surprised me with a headband from the kids’ section of Party City with hearts coming off of it that say “Birthday Princess.” To her surprise, it was my favorite present of the weekend. She gave it to me at 3 a.m. as we hung out at our hotel in Asheville,…
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I am addicted to coffee.
It started my sophomore year of high school. My parents are coffee drinkers, and they always had a fresh pot around. I never paid much attention to it, as coffee was for “grown ups.” Then one morning, after a late-night phone conversation with Kyle, I was bemoaning to him between classes that I was tired and…
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It’s tough being a wing woman
Being a wing woman takes skill. When your friend is of the opposite sex, you have to make it clear that the two of you are not together. When your friend is of the same sex, you have to make it clear you are not interested in the person she is interested in. You have…
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Friends of the opposite sex – good idea or off limits?
I am a married woman (happily, for the record.) One of my best friends happens to be a guy. Ronnie and I have spent a lot of time together, needless to say, but every time we go out to bars people always find it shocking that not only are we not together, but we both…
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Can a person have too many friends?
My friend Ronnie has told me lately that he’s had a slew of friend requests on Facebook. All are people that he knows – but many are people he has not spoken with in years – since high school (he’s 31). He mentions this to me as he ponders why, exactly, these people are getting…