You don’t get to choose who you love. Here’s my handy guide, with help from Falcor and friends, on loving addicts, grief-stricken friends and the apathetic…FUN!
Don’t laugh. I thought it would be easier than this. And, no, I don’t want to sleep with your husbands.
Groeningisms refer to the act of daily easter egg-like content that an audience comes to know and love. There’s something about that daily exercise. The daily act of coming up with something clever, or funny. Or, maybe not funny. Maybe something really devestaing—just dark, who cares?
Goal for 2016….know that the universe, for a short period in history, created a small blue planet capable of art, music, thought, war, pain, and suffering—and that it will all be forgotten in the grand scheme of things.
A cynic’s update to her solo journey through the southwest. Spoiler alert: it’s going well.
Be brave. That’s all I can say. It sort of sucks. It’s not perfect. But try it. People are really afraid of loneliness. I think this is funny, actually. It’s not so bad, I think. I’m so lonely in my real life sometimes, I think I might die and no one will notice. But, in practice, when I travel with another person, I end up cranky. I like to spend 99% of the time inside of my own head anyway.
My very first fourteener. Yeah, we summited. Then we spent about an hour sobbing (Sami and I, at least) as we tried not to slide out of control on our way back down the couloir.
If happiness is a choice, then why do we need a PR campaign to convince us? Why do we need to be reminded?
And, shouldn’t that make us just a little bit suspicious?
People came out and conquered Frary Peak. Families hit the trail together and that kind of blew me away. So, I’m sharing the digital downloads of the photos I took for free.
Think I can’t spend 10 minutes in a room with you and find out what makes you tick? Try me. I love it. It’s secretly the best feeling. I love being able to get inside your head.