The Shittiest Sunday Confession There Ever Was

Sunday March 26, 7:45 A.M. The city was quieter than usual, as is usually the case on Sunday mornings. The metro felt eerily empty, and the shopping center where I got off, though normally bustling with commuters this time of day, was instead veiled under the cloak of weekend calm. I made my way upstairs,

Winter Woes

Tis the glorious season of winter, the time of year when the cold creeps over the land and even the sun hides away for most of the day. Yet, when the delicate snowflakes drift down from the sky, it’s a special kind of magic, a snowglobe come to life. I’m one of those rare individuals

Head Bonks & Hallucinations

A few weeks ago, I think I suffered a minor concussion. It’s impossible to know for sure, but the facts would suggest so – and sad to report, the story of how it happened is entirely lame. I was at the gym – let me just interject here and tell you, it’s definitely not what

Contra-strophe

You might be wondering: What the heck does she mean by contra-strophe? I’m not sure if it will help, but I suppose the extended title would be Contra Catastrophe – I’m referring to the contrabassoon here, which is an even larger and lower bassoon (it’s pitched an entire octave lower than the bassoon and is

Operation Big Cheese (Part 2)

The time had come. It was Monday night, 8:50 PM EST, or 5:50 PM PST – start time for THE big-shot board meeting. This was the moment we (mostly, Jane….maybe even you, my anxious reader, but definitely not so much me) had been waiting for…and there I was…appropriately attired for the evening’s events, confidently sporting

Operation Big Cheese (Part 1)

It all started when I was randomly contacted via LinkedIn by someone I didn’t know personally, but who was also working as a nanny –let’s call her “Jane” (not her real name, for obvious reasons). Jane mentioned that she was “connected to a group that helps driven young professionals transition into entrepreneurship and learn from