Eating Donuts on Nochebuena

Growing up, we had an unofficial tradition in my family of eating donuts on Christmas Eve. It was mostly my fault, because I have a serious thing for donuts. How serious, you ask? Well, I earned the nickname “Donut Queen” at my last two jobs, for one. I could easily clean out the box on… Continue reading Eating Donuts on Nochebuena


I had a professor in college who would always start off class on a tangent. He’d march down to the front of the lecture hall and write down a word on the board, and then draw a line through the middle of it, splitting it into its root elements. More often than not, the word… Continue reading Dashboard