Kids Give the Best Answers Don’t They?
I asked a group of schoolchildren a simple question about South Africa. I couldn’t stop giggling at one little girl’s answer…
I asked a group of schoolchildren a simple question about South Africa. I couldn’t stop giggling at one little girl’s answer…
The blog name is Traveling Marla right? So I’ll stick to the theme, see, I promised Marla I wouldn’t get her blog closed by picking touchy subjects like public exposure. (I had a great post about public exposure.) Anyhow, I’m gonna tell you about my last trip to Turkey, lovely country. It was a little … More Drinking Like the Trophy Wife of an Oil Tycoon
The Fourth of July. 2010. It was mid-afternoon, so the streets weren’t super jammed yet, but they would be soon. I was doing a couple things around my apartment, just cleaning up, and I grabbed the full bag of garbage in my hands to take it out to the back alley. I slipped on my … More Turtle Fear and the Reluctant Animal Rescue
I felt shaky and weak and deeply embarrassed just to exist as Rob walked up to meet me in the ticket line. His skin had turned darker, his hair blonder, and his freckles more abundant from the summer sun. “Hi,” I said when he was in front of me, all my energy focused on keeping … More My First Date
Marla recently wrote on her blog that she was heading to live in South Africa and was looking for some of her favourite bloggers to keep her blog ticking over whilst she is packing and travelling. In her own words “I admit, I have a Dream Team in mind, a list of my favorite … More Marla Must be Crazy
Amanda and I first met Marla in grad school. All three of us also traveled to England together, which was a riot. We have become great friends with Marla, which was easy of course because she’s so damned lovable. She makes everything better with her listening ear, her hilarious sense of humor, and her deep … More 10 Ways to Survive Marla Unplugged
Kurt says this little gem should be our Christmas Card. I say I’m glad I trimmed my nose hairs for days I’m wearing deer antlers. Truth be told, we didn’t manage to send holiday cards this year. Maybe Baxter will send a Happy New Year letter instead. Hope you’re safe and happy and loved this … More The Little Holiday Card that Wasn’t
I have a problem with my mouth. It doesn’t necessarily listen to the relatively small part of my brain that tells me to be graceful, be still in a moment, be couth. In other words, I blurt; brain-to-mouth with relatively no filter. I like to think it’s part of what makes me “quirky,” borderline “charming” … More A Case of the Puckering Buckeye and the Other Puckering Buckeye
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