I know that I like marshmellows in my hot chocolate. I don’t know if I’m married or not. Jet lag is weird. I was standing there at the counter of a wireless internet store with two new friends only a few hours after stepping onto UK soil. Do you want the pay-as-you-go plan? Yes. Do you have a wireless stick already? No. Are you a “Miss” or a “Mrs.”? Awkward silence. Long…. Read More

It’s amazing what can happen when you cut the silence. Right now, I am sitting on an eerily quiet plane with hundreds of people contorted into economy seats just hoping for a few hours of sleep. I’m hoping, too. To prove it, I’m wearing my first-ever eye mask, courtesy of British Airways. It’s giving me a happy little black hole to attempt to sleep in, covering up the Russell Crowe flick that’s… Read More

I will admit it. My thoughts aren’t super noble. I heart burritos. I wish I hadn’t heard that cow-tipping inflicts pain on cows, because I want to try it so badly on the ones I can hear mooing from where I sit on the playground. I love Facebook. I like B.o.B. I secretly dream of being a white female rapper. I kick it like Adidas, flowin’ sticky like adhesive. True story. But out here,… Read More

Gloria hadn’t been serving in Mexico very long before she found herself standing over her husband’s dead body on the beach there. It was her daughter Carla’s birthday, the family was at the ocean, and Carla got caught in the undertow. Her father, Gary, ran in. So did three others. Gloria watched in horror. All five drowned. But that’s not the part that rocked the world. As her husband’s body lay there… Read More