“T-eeee! Come downstairs! We’re going to head out and get some Dairy Queen!” My nine-year-old ears perked, and I yanked my ample, olive-tinted, Mediterranean nose out of my shiny new paperback: Blubber, by Judy Blume. Dairy Queen! Today? Wow, it wasn’t even my birthday! I scrambled downstairs, pulling my thigh-length, neon pink sweatshirt down, and…
Author: tara40
MBA Marketeer, Product & Adrenaline Junkie, Embracing a New Decade with Grace & Attitude
Sabbatical, Memoir Writing Class Prompt #1: West Skyline Drive
I slipped into my neon yellow and white Columbia double-layered jacket, stretched see-through-thin black gloves over my pink-laquered fingernails, and tucked my chemically curly hair under a black fleece hat – knowing the latter would be on just long enough to get out of sight of my mother – and opened the door to meet…
Sabbatical, Day 79: I vs. E, and the War Within Me …
Just a couple of weeks into my freshman year, the Meyers-Briggs’ personality test was handed out to me and 200 of my closest friends in Intro to Psychology, which was housed in the auditorium-style, mauve-painted Bohannon 90.
Sabbatical, Day 83: Burnin’ for Youth
I’ve probably been overly optimistic about the level of distraction this hat actually provides.
Sabbatical, Day 61: Back to School, 25 Years Later …
Yesterday, like my seventh grader and so many around the country, I went back to school. It’s been nearly a quarter century since I enjoyed olive, mushroom and onion pizza at Kirby Student Center. Two and a half decades since I studied media relations in the orange-and-white checkered Ven Den. Twenty-five years since I drove…
Uncomfortable Things 