• Compare Yourself to a Hopeless Romantic

    Do you believe this? This is the prompt I got handed today. COMPARE YOURSELF TO A HOPELESS ROMANTIC. But I AM a bloody hopeless romantic, so I can’t compare myself to myself! Look—some people know they are certain ways. For example, someone who’s a realist looks at the world through that lens—the lens of realism. He won’t allow any mushiness or extremely flowery notions seep into his pores. He just puts all his marbles into things that are real, nothing too touchy-feely, nothing too fantastical, nothing too intangible. Period. End of sentence. Have you ever tried to argue with a realist when you’re not one? You know it’s hard. Don’t…

  • Hallmark holiday movies not to miss this season

    A couple of days ago, I posted on my Facebook page that I just dvr’d my first holiday Hallmark movie of the season. My friend, Amy, replied that it was time for an intervention. I love her dearly, but she’d better stay far, far away from my television and remote control. Holiday Hallmark movies are my most favorite vice. I watch them all—faithfully—every year. I look forward to seeing them lined up in my dvr queue, as I decide which will be my pick of the night. I love movies, all kinds—from Oscar-winning blockbusters to intense thrillers to sickeningly cute rom-coms to independent, quiet films–and Hallmark movies are no exception.…

  • The Man Who Kissed My Hand

    First, let me state the following: I have never had a man kiss my hand as a gesture of introduction. That all changed yesterday when I was leaving campus; I was introduced by a colleague to an Irish gent who assists with our university’s travel abroad program in Ireland. He was visiting from across the pond, checking out our campus, and meeting folks. When we were introduced, the gentleman said, “May I?” I put out my hand for a shake, which he turned over to the top side, brought to his lips, and proceeded to kiss. I smiled. In this day of “women in the boardroom,” “women in power,” “women…