Tag Archives: memoir

hashtag: single, nearly 40, and quite desperate

This morning, as I was lounging around enjoying my coffee and listening to Studio 360 on NPR, I was startled by a knock at the back door.Well, who could that be? No one ever pops by for a visit. I was pleased to discover it was my neighbor who also happens to be an extremely […]

I attempted to take a progress "selfie" this morning, but my insecurities got the best of me.

insecurity

Somewhere deep in the back of my mind I have this fear that my body doesn’t respond to diet and exercise. And while I know this is somewhat irrational, thoughts of “what if there’s something wrong with me?” often clog my brain. What if I have a metabolic disorder?Are my testosterone levels abnormal? Is my […]

Lessons learned by an emotional exhibitionist

Yikes! It’s been more than a week since my last post. Clearly I’ve drifted far off the path to my goal of posting 30 days of consecutive diary entries. It’s okay, I’m not going to get too bent out of shape over it. This was a self-imposed goal and the reality is that my world […]

The Beat Goes On

So here I am at the end of the day and I find myself on the patio of Senior Tequila sipping a strong lime margarita on the rocks. I’m by myself and I’m already three sheets to the wind. Earlier this evening I went to happy hour at The North Point Grill with a few […]

Previously on the Wanderlust Diaries

Hello and welcome. If you’re new to this blog or visiting for the first time, let me give you a cliff notes run down to catch you up. Currently, you find me in the midst of a personal writing challenge to blog 30 consecutive days of diary entries. Can I actually portray snapshots of my daily happenings […]

Dirty Money

It was announced today that Cleveland is one of two finalist cities in the running to host the 2016 Republican National Convention, and I am not at all happy. A lot of people here are excited about this because analysts forecast it will bring $200 million plus to the local economy. And while I realize […]

What Color Were His Eyes?

There’s a tall, beefy (in a muscular way) blond guy who just sat down at the table next to me in the sushi restaurant where I’m having lunch. Although blonds aren’t really my type, I’d be amiss if I didn’t describe him as being quite easy on the eyes. The one thing that’s for sure caught […]

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