One of the best trips I've ever been on was my first visit to Washington, D.C. I immediately fell in love with the history, architecture, and power of the city! The road trip from Cleveland to D.C. took a fortuitous detour in Pennsylvania when my travel buddy and I spotted the sign for the Flight 93 National Memorial. It was a stop we had not planned for, but ended up being one of the most emotional of the trip:
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Blues for my jeans
I have a stack of jeans in my closet. At present, some of them fit, some don't. They represent my physical (and emotional) range of sizes:
*skinny jeans (based on my mentality that day...and the actual cut of the jean)
*fat jeans (based on my mentality that day...and that's all)
*jeans that go well with certain types of shoes (boots, flats, sneakers, etc.)
*jeans that bother my new boss, who does not like for employees to wear jeans to work (but whatever)




