Yesterday during a girls’ brunch that I’m refusing to call “Galentine’s brunch,” we were asked: “What is the funniest, weirdest, or most interesting Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had?” The first one that came to mind is the one I alluded to in a recent Motif article, about the Scotsman in a Red Fez. And since … Continue reading Little City Love Story
Please note: I stumbled upon this while looking for a writing sample, so the sentiment is not the result of any current angst. But maybe there are ladies in this world who can appreciate it. Sorry, dudes. An Homage to Welty I just don’t understand them. They roam around the earth as if they own … Continue reading Fiction: A Prayer for Men
(as in, the end of my trip, not the end of the country) A Wee Bit O’ Ireland (Part III) The best/worst/weirdest day ever in Ireland continues! [If you missed Ireland Part I or Ireland Part II, please follow the links so you can feel knowledgeable.] When last I wrote, I … Continue reading The End of Ireland
It has been brought to my attention that there could be a fourth reason why men would not want to read a blog about relationship advice written by a woman (more specifically, by me), and that could be this: The advice is stupid. “Make it rain”? Really, Jenny—make it rain? Not “fix … Continue reading Men Vs. Women II
The Blogging Conundrum Answer me this. Recently, one of my friends found a blog by this guy who answers women’s questions about relationships and how to score a man and all of that. And his blog went viral—like thousands of women flocked to it. Now, being a blogger who doesn’t experience quite as much traffic … Continue reading Men Vs Women
I ought to write about my visit with Ketut Liyer. I went to Bali before I came back to America, and I admit, a large part of my decision stemmed from Liz Gilbert’s (surprise, surprise, Ms. I entitle my blog “Read, Play, Write” as a play on “Eat, Pray, Love”) story about the future-predicting Ketut … Continue reading Palm Reading and Hocus Pocus
TWENTY NINE DAYS OF FEBRUARY! Today on Skype, my mother informed me that on Leap Year, the tradition is for a woman to ask a man to marry her. Despite my entire extended family’s fear that I will never wed, I didn’t get the sense she was hinting at anything, which was nice considering my … Continue reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to NZ
Fun fact: Did you know, there are more sheep in New Zealand than people? I haven’t seen THAT many sheep yet, but I did notice cows at the airport when we landed. Speaking of landing, I believe a place can be more or less accurately judged by the experience one has at its … Continue reading Welcome to New Zealand; Wow, that’s a lot of sheep.
So, I’m laying on the beach yesterday. Scratch that. I’m laying on the grassy knoll above the beach because the wind is blowing, and blowing sand is a bit like being pelted with small razors, particularly when it gets in one’s eye (which I’m thrilled to report, did happen. Twice). The beach is called Cronulla, … Continue reading Scotsmen come with Australian recommendation
They Call Me Fushilou 