This fall, my husband and I decided to make good on a long-deferred Some Day. Some Day, we will take our son to UCLA for a fall football weekend. My alma mater. Games were an activity I admittedly did not partake in as much as I could have while I was there. However, to me,... Continue Reading →
Some Days, I’m Bored
What is your relationship with free time? Truly free free time? When is the last time you’ve had it? What happened when you did? At the beginning of the year, I came back from two weeks away unplugged. Upon return, people asked how my time was. (As they are wont to do.) I am not... Continue Reading →
Some Days, We Rock
Wondering… About that part inside of ourselves that longs to rock… Does everyone have one? Is the difference only in degree and stylistic preference? The extent to which we let it be seen? Let it loose? Does anyone not have an experience from their early years when they turned up their favorite song and just... Continue Reading →
Some Days, We Tell Our Stories
The theme of this Women’s History Month is “Celebrating Women Who Tell Our Stories.” It encourages “recognition of women, past and present, who have been active in all forms of media and storytelling including print, radio, TV, stage, screen, blogs, podcasts, and more” and “honors women in every community who have devoted their lives and... Continue Reading →