Monthly Archives: September 2005

I was born in Southern California and lived there until I was eight and a half. During my time there, I experienced several earthquakes, although none of them huge. I do remember one when I was about seven that was … Continue reading →

I went to the doctor this afternoon, and she said, judging by my lack of swelling and discoloration, I’m not broken, just sprained. And, even if I was broken, it would only be a small bone in my foot, and … Continue reading →

I think I may have broken a bone in my foot yesterday, during a particularly clumsy bike dismounting moment. I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. I feel like a huge idiot.

Today was Ingathering Sunday at the First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia, and despite it being the first Sunday of the church year, I was five minutes late, which is normal for me. I found my regular seat, on the left … Continue reading →

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Tonight we had the UU Young Adult happy hour over at the World Cafe Live upstairs restaurant/bar. I scheduled it there because Eric Hutchinson, my very favorite new artist, was playing. I’m all about doubling up on fun stuff when … Continue reading →

I was waiting for the light to change at the corner of 34th and Market today, when the guy standing next to me sneezed loudly. I thought about it for half a beat, and decided to go for it. I … Continue reading →

Every September while I was growing up, my mom would sit my sister and me down at the dining room table, hand us pencils and paper and ask us to write a couple of new school year resolutions. I would … Continue reading →

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Grass, originally uploaded by Marusula. The rough grassed tickled the back of my hand, as I lay, … Continue reading →

I got home yesterday afternoon, contentedly exhausted, sandy, sunburnt and a little smelly. I threw my dirty clothes into the washing machine and was gifted with one last wafting odor pocket of the brackish waters of the Chesapeake before I … Continue reading →