The Un-Recap BlogHer Recap

I arrived alone, and I left alone. In between I built on past relationships and set the foundation for new ones, but ultimately it was me. Alone. Like I am all day, every day. Just me....more
Elisa Camahort :) Thank you.more

A Homeowner's Real Estate Fear

Disclaimer: Not my actual houseThere comes a time in the process of selling a house when every hom...more

Where The Heck Have I Been? A Story In Graphs

By now, you've noticed I haven't been blogging as much. Lately, once a week is about all I can manage. Why, you ask? Well, I have a convenient chart ready that explains where my time has gone and simultaneously demonstrates my bomb Excel skills.Where Natalie Spends Her Time...more

How I Talk Myself Down: An Unemployment Checklist

Ovid is my homeboy.There comes a time in every job search when you start awakening with a start in the middle of the night, covered in a sheen of sweat and vague recollections of a nightm...more

The Art of Holding Back

Photo Credit: Craig GarnerLooking back, I'm not sure why I was so nervous....more

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Work Today

A funny thing happened on the way to work this morning. And by "on the way to work," of course I mean walking the twelve steps from the coffee maker to my desk still clad in my pajamas. Let me set the scene for you:...more

Advanced Conversational Spanish

"¿Qué piensa usted del evento en la página cuatro?"...more

Talk Me Out of It

You guys, I'm really going through something right now. It could end disastrously. I can hear you all now, giving me pep talks and reassurances, in my head:This is completely normal.Every woman has those thoughts now and again.Honey, give it a week. You'll change your mind.Remember last time? You really regretted it.For the love of pickles, think of your cheeks!That's right. I'm bored with my hair....more

NaNoWriMo: Crawling Out of the Hole to Say Hello

<p>For those of you who don't know, November is <a title="NaNoWriMo" href="http://nanowrimo.org" target="_blank">NaNoWriMo</a>, short for National Novel Writing Month. What, you ask, in the holy hell is that? Well, it's just as scary as it sounds -- especially as I am a participant this year.</p>...more

When I Was a Little Kid

When I was a little kid, I thought I could grow up to be anything I wanted. This included a mermaid, the President, a famous actress, a successful writer and a beautiful princess. There was no tool more powerful than my imagination; indeed, it took me to places I would never be able to go, even as an adult who was supposed to hold the world in the palm of her hand and bid it do as she liked....more