Thanksgiving Changes

I remember back in the day when Thanksgiving break approached during school. Like the grammar and high school times. There was a half-day Wednesday, and then we’d drive up to my grandparents, who had a house on a little island…
I remember back in the day when Thanksgiving break approached during school. Like the grammar and high school times. There was a half-day Wednesday, and then we’d drive up to my grandparents, who had a house on a little island…
Back in ‘87 I thought I was the coolest thing in town because I worked at Bennigan’s. You heard me. To this day, Benningan’s birthday song is the only song I’ll sing out loud. The particular Bennigan’s I worked at…
I don’t know about you, but this week has been a lot. The heaviness of the news of the destruction from the hurricane is heartbreaking. If you’re into these sorts of things, apparently, there was some sort of astrological chaos…
I don’t know if you ever forget the first time you got burned hard, by a colleague. Memorial Day, 1998. I’d been managing Uncle Julios, the Tex-Mex restaurant we dubbed the million-dollar taco stand on the corner of North and…
Second semester sophomore year at JMU I pledged a business fraternity. I went ALL IN. Put it this way, when my parents got my grades for the semester, their comment was, “We know we dropped you off on campus…did you…
Last night I met my two JAX friends for a hang. There were two options: a Downtown Art Walk or adult coloring at a bar. We choose option 2. Now before “adult coloring” can be construed as something it’s not,…
Last night was one of those delayed-plane-sprint-to-the-gate-to-catch-my-connection scenarios. This required two unfortunate events: my having to run, never ideal. Then the thwarting of the million-foot high, one-foot wide escalators at ATL which makes it impossible to walk up or down…
This past week in my session, there was a guy in the back. He was all of the things you might think “a guy in the back” might be. On his phone. Non-responsive to questions. A wiseass when he did…
“Switch email list to Campaigns.” Those five words have been on my to-do list for approximately eight months. In a phenomenon that probably already has a name, but we’ll call it “Erin-itis” for our purposes, this to-do list item will…
About 5 months into the start of the Covid pandemic (do I need to specify?) my husband’s car broke down. Perhaps better stated…it died. Up to Subaru heaven. Or wherever ancient Subarus go to rest. Mike and I decided a…