That was the thing about the world: it wasn’t that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn’t expect. ~Lev Grossman, The Magician King

I was never a person who had a lot of friends. I liked a lot of people, and I was heartily amused by even more than that, but at the end of the day, there were honestly very few people who–at any given moment–I would call just to chat or turn to with a problem. Strangely enough, high school was probably the high water mark for my friendship roster; I had a couple of best friends (and their families), a boyfriend, and several band, chorus, and theatre friends to boot. Continue reading “Expected*”


More than a decade ago now, I lived for a year in Las Vegas. I hated everything about it. To this day, if anyone asks me about Vegas, I’ll tell them: “it’s great for a weekend, but anything beyond that, and you’ll start to feel your soul seeping out of your pores and dissolving like sweat.” There was no naturally occurring grass. There were no real trees. Almost every person in Vegas is a transplant from somewhere else, and Continue reading “[Un]packed*”

It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same.

Aside from that year when I lived in Las Vegas and was quite certain my soul was dying a little more with every day that passed, there have always been trains in my life.  I spent the first 27 years of my life in a town that was literally named for the Illinois Central Railroad and was founded in that spot because it was a point of convergence on the railroad’s two original branches. Continue reading “It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same.”