My Sunday morning today was the epitome of a vanilla suburban life. I hopped in my station wagon and hit Starbuck’s on my way to church. A venti iced coffee to power me through a four hour morning at work. I mocked myself as I pulled into a parking spot. I live in a snappy …

My life is riddled with moments when I wish I was considerably cooler, smarter, wiser and more thoughtful than I actually am. I long for eloquent sounding words to tumble from my mouth on a regular basis. I wish my book shelves were stacked with the likes of Victor Hugo, Charles Dickens, and James Fenimore …

Oh a New Year. . . . time to make all sorts of harrowing vows and promises. Time to eat less, drink less and somehow still be merry. Time to own the flabby holiday poundage by exiting my elastic waist yoga pants and running again. Time to give more, spend less, not speed or curse …