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Defining Adventure And Then Trying Not To Vomit On It
A friend asked me recently what crazy adventures I have in store and it has gotten me thinking about my comfort zones and what adventure means. Some adventures are easily defined. They are bold and daring and might necessitate safety equipment. But some adventures are not as easily defined. They require courage of a different sort and maybe safety equipment for the emotions....(rest of post)



"Moon Pies, 'The Greatest Name In Food Neither Lunar nor Actual Pie', presents: The Adventures of Euphoria Girl. Faster than a hipster on a bicycle. More powerful than a raging zombie! Able to leap onto concert stages in a single bound! ("Look! Up in the sky!" "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!" "It's Euphoria Girl!")... Yes, it's Euphoria Girl... strange visitor from upstate, NY, who came to Austin with enthusiasm and fearlessness far beyond those less adventurous! Euphoria Girl... (rest of post)



It seemed fitting that as we stood on solid ground practicing our grips and hangs and how to take that first terrifying jump off the platform that my instructor said, "Imagine you're Alice and you're jumping down the rabbit hole. Nice and easy." Rabbit hole, indeed...(rest of post)



Dear Yuya,


I don't remember the first time we met. It was so long ago and kindergarten is wrought with all kinds of new experiences and people and in my ripe old age of almost 30, I can't help but forget some of the details.  I'm sure it was near the cubbies where we hung up our coats and backpacks and I'm sure I said something like "Hi, my name is Amanda and we should be friends" and then we were...(rest of post)




I was not always as cool as I am today. Of course, by 'cool', I mean strong, independent woman who is confident in and embracing of her extreme nerdiness*. They may be traits that have left me in a long-term relationship with singledom, but traits I am not willing to subdue or even think about giving up any time soon. I owe a great deal of this confidence, nerdiness, and sense of adventure to Anne Shirley...(rest of post)



I was having a discussion this week with one of my students about the elements of a good story.  Something has to happen to the character, I told her, something that sets the story in motion, otherwise a story is just a person going about her ordinary life and who wants to read about that?...(rest of post)





Back in my religious studies days in college I started celebrating Hanukkah.  It was a little bit because so many of my fabulous Jewish friends had celebrated it growing up, and also because I was in the thick of studying all things Jewish.  But Hanukkah is not the only “light” holiday that I celebrate this season...(rest of post



I had not completely understood what grief was until earlier this year.  When it hit it was like someone had knocked the wind out of me.  When I slowly learned to breath again, I thought that was it, that grief and I had worked things out and chosen to go our separate ways; like the kind of break up where you decide not to call each other again...(rest of post

Yesterday, a friend of mine received a phone call informing her that she did not get the job she had invested so much time in getting.  Needing a friend who could relate, she then promptly called me and we met up for a cup of coffee and a walk. We are both transplants here in Austin who came on a wing and prayer, hoping that if we leapt, that the net would appear...(rest of post)



In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

In a small apartment on a quiet street in the city there lived a girl.   It was not the scary part of the city, but the pretty part with victorian houses, blossoming trees, and sidewalks meant for endless strolls with a puppy, or hours with a friend at a Park Ave cafe.  It was a perfect neighborhood in a perfect city with familiar faces, and that means comfort...(rest of post)






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