I was the youngest of my entire family so you are tap-dancing to try to get the attention of your older cousins. I really hit my social stride in 6th grade but before that I was a pretty big dork. You learn how to be amusing and how to work for it.
I was diagnosed with a severe temporal spatial deficit a learning disability that means I have zero spatial relations skills. It was official: I was a genius trapped in an idiot’s body.
I hope to one day co-sign a lease with another person but well it doesn’t plague me that I have yet to do so. Put it this way: I’ve never had to violently tug at my own pillow at 2 A.M. to get myself to stop snoring.
I have a disproportionate amount of faith in the goodness of the world and that everything will actually work out okay.
For me titles are either a natural two-second experience or stressful enough to give you an ulcer. If they don’t pop out perfect on the first try they can be really hard to repair. Or worse if the author thinks they pop out perfect but the publishing house does not agree it’s difficult to shift gears. And then? Then you go insane.
Brits and Americans have hundreds of different phrases for the same thing. Luckily it’s usually a source of amusement rather than frustration. A flashlight by any other name is still a torch. My personal favourite is ‘fairy lights’ which we boringly refer to as ‘Christmas lights.’
Air travel is the safest form of travel aside from walking even then the chances of being hit by a public bus at 30,000 feet are remarkably slim. I also have no problem with confined spaces. Or heights. What I am afraid of is speed.
Alaska is what happens when Willy Wonka and the witch from Hansel and Gretel elope buy a place together upstate renounce their sweet teeth and turn into health fanatics.
A pet store is a celebration of dogs’ existence and an explosion of options. About cats a pet store seems to say ‘Here we couldn’t think of anything else.’ Cats are the Hanukkah of the animal world in this way. They are feted quietly and happily by a minority but there’s only so much hoopla applicable to them.
I’m a summer baby so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory.
Since graduation I have measured time in 4-by-5-inch pieces of paper four days on the left and three on the right. Every social engagement interview reading flight doctor’s appointment birthday and dry-cleaning reminder has been handwritten between metal loops.
The Queen of Crafts herself Martha Stewart and I have the same birthday. I prefer to think it’s the glue-gun wielding perfect-tart-producing Martha and not the copper pan-throwing jail-going Martha. But I suppose if I am going to share a calendar square with some of Martha I have to share it with all of Martha.