Guest post: To Make Ends Meat, Don’t Turn Your Back on any Electrical Outlets

By @taniaha. Read more Guest Posts here and here.

When I was a kid, I was terrified of walking on a boardwalk or pier, convinced that I would slip through the half-inch crack between the boards and plunge into the ocean. I also believed that a person’s race dictated the color of dog one could own.

Knowing I couldn’t be the only person who had labored under this type of delusion, I posed the question on Facebook – what was something dumb or silly you believed as a child? Close to 30 people responded with their own childhood misconceptions and stories of confusion, which ranged from odd to hilarious.


Did we all at one time believe the bathtub drain could actually suck us down?

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How was your weekend?

After a birthday-driven, cocktail-infused couple of days, my plan for the weekend was clear: LAY LOW.

Bo-ring, right? In my defense, I had social plans six days out of the previous eight.My liver isn’t 23 years old anymore. Neither is the rest of me.

First there was a gluttonous, delicious birthday dinner at Javelina – yes, the site of that hilarious NYT review. If you get there, make sure to get at least one kind of queso. I was too hungry to take pics of ours so here’s one from Instagram.

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Help! I need a Halloween costume.

When it comes to Halloween, I am a middle-of-the-roader. I definitely don’t hate the holiday. But I find myself skipping Halloween parties all too often due to lack of a costume.

Staying home and eating cupcakes wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Chocolate Spider Web cupcakes getting their fudge webs! #georgetowncupcake #october #Halloween

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This year, I have two Halloween parties I’d like to attend – one of which is Eliza‘s annual fete. She LOVES Halloween and always has superb costumes. I feel pressure to come up with something good.

Amazon has suggested that I be a nun and has approximately 200 nun costume options. For once, I am not exaggerating.


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Lesson, learned

When I was eight or nine years old, I learned a lesson. It came via ballet class, like so many of my early life lessons.


I started taking ballet when I was four, added jazz at five and tap at six. From the start, there were milestones we were taught to look forward to: first tutu, first recital, first performance in The Nutcracker, going en pointe, etc. Continue reading

Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

This will be my first birthday without you. You always sent me a sweet card in the mail and called to sing me the birthday song first thing in the morning. How I will miss that.

When I think about you that way, my heart aches. It’s better if I try to think about all of the wonderful birthdays you, Mom and I spent together. I am going to need every last one of those happy memories to get me through.

My 29th birthday

As the day approaches, I keep remembering your version of the story of my arrival. You used to tell anyone who would listen what it was like for you the day I was born, and it never failed to make me smile. Continue reading

The golden age of naps

I can’t help but feel that I was ahead of the curve. Long-time readers have seen my nap posts and my odes to sleep.

Photo via Splash News

Photo via Splash News

The rest of the world seems to be catching up because suddenly there are nap desks (which I want so, so badly), mobile nap pods and nap hoodies. Continue reading