I should have known better than to sign up for the fourteen-day free trial of Ancestry.com. I’ve always been curious about my genealogy, but never enough to do anything about it. I sort of liked having the mystery of my relations floating around, unresolved. There was a romance to it. However, families are full of… Continue reading Great-Great Grand Greathouses and Their Stories
So my boyfriend, because he’s a sweetheart, brought me flowers when he showed up after being gone three long months, studying in England. They lasted remarkably well this past week while he was here on spring break, but now as he boards a plane at some terminal in the SeaTac airport, and I wake up… Continue reading Entropy’s most beuatiful claim
I have always, always, always been a milk chocolate girl. Put me in a room with dark chocolate and milk chocolate and it’s not even a competition. Occasionally, I’d throw a little white chocolate in there to mix it up and feel ritzy, but that’s it. So naturally it’s weird dating a man who’s a… Continue reading Chocolate Conversions
It’s funny how inclined we are to want to hate the people who have hurt us. It’s not any fun, of course, but it’s funny that we should want to feel a negative emotion we can’t will ourselves to feel. Some of us spend so long trying to be angry with people, we just end… Continue reading A Love Poem After the Fact
My boyfriend, being the absolute charmer that he is, sent me a dozen red roses for Valentines Day. Nobody’s ever given me flowers for Valentines Day before. Someone once gave me an artichoke for Valentines Day, though. While I’ll admit it was delicious, I don’t think it really compares to roses. Anyways, given the evanescence… Continue reading Much Ado About Roses
…it’s nice to have one, but only if you have the right one. What took me the duration of my teenage years to figure out about personal relationships, I realized in the course of a year with my professional relationships. I just terminated my contract. Yesterday morning I was on track to publish an ebook… Continue reading Literary Agents are like Boyfriends
AUDREY GREATHOUSE 