3.10.2017

Going Back to College

What I can actually remember of my college partying days was pretty awesome. So when my 19-year-old niece invited me to accompany her mother, a mutual friend and her teen daughter to her sorority’s Mom’s Weekend at Indiana University, I was all like, Yaaasss! (Because that's what the sorority girls say now, don’t they? Pretty sure I read that on the Chapsnat.)

2.17.2017

The Writing On My Walls


It’s not much of a reach to say I am big fan of manifestos and slogans. After all, I’ve made a career out of creating them. But recently I was reminded of my obsession with the written word when a guest remarked that she was getting a kick out of reading the signs I had all over my house.

“Oh, are you talking about this one?” I asked, showing her the newly framed quote I’d just hung in my first floor "Zen" bathroom: Happiness is a Decision.

“No…” she laughed. “The sign hanging by your bar. Take me Drunk. I’m Home.

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