Kimber J.

Last night as I caught up on reading a friend's blog I came across an entry that was written to herself, to her "younger" self from her "wiser" self. She recorded some of the things that she thought her "twenty year-old" self could have benefitted from if her "thirty year-old" self would have told her sooner. Being the time-travel junkie that I am, it was quite fun to read. (Kristine will probably disagree with me.) Either way, her entry prompted an organizational scheme I've been trying to conquer in regards to documenting the highlights of each year in my twenties. It's no secret that I am rounding the corner of twenty-nine; thirty is staring at me square in the face daring me to blink first. My writer's block came into play when I couldn't decide how to present that decade in writing. I had been toying with the idea of making ten separate articles, but then I got nervous. What if I didn't have enough in one ye...

The buzz word for 2012 seems to be order. A myriad of definitions come to mind when I think of the word “order”. Alphabetical order is the sequence of my student files at school, personal files at home, debit and membership cards in my wallet. When I place my order at a restaurant I expect to receive exactly what I ask for. That doesn’t mean that I will occasionally have the opportunity to suffer through whatever nonsense the “chef” or “barista” thought I should have instead of what I requested. When I was a little girl I would order my toys into different categories: large to small, large in the middle and tapering to small towards the ends, by shape, by color, etc. When we were kids, Cas and I created a game in the Dillard’s dressing room while mom would shop for eternities. We each had a quarter and there were other coins that we would divide up evenly. The object was to “flick” your quarter and hit your opponent’s larger coins first, then move on to the smaller ones. There...