Hormones, we need to talk. I understand that I needed you growing up. I appreciate that you helped create the stew that made my children. I’m glad you’ve kept things female and working all of these years, but lately you’ve changed. You’re unstable, I can’t rely on you and you make me cry. I’m done now. This is no longer a…
I am so awkward. Honestly, sometimes things seem perfectly normal at the time and then I just don’t know what I was thinking. This post is cringeworthy, so be forewarned. If you are uncomfortable with boobs, stop right now and go enjoy your weekend. I have an author page on Facebook. I hate Facebook, but it’s…
I like food. I’ve tried a lot of it. I’m really good at eating and I rarely discriminate. Sushi, falafel, matzo ball soup, chicken and waffles, just waffles. There’s nothing better than a great calzone, or a slice of good pizza, the kind you can fold up and eat properly. Eggplant parmesan…”Yes, can I get…
I like to think of myself as funny. I’m pretty sure I won something in high school related to being funny…best sense of humor or best laugh, maybe. No, I don’t think it was my laugh because that’s a bit of an awkward and snorty mess most of the time. Anyway, the point of the…
Sugar and I are breaking up. Our relationship has gotten to the point that it’s toxic, and quite frankly, a one way street. I indulge, often over indulge, in him and he gives me nothing in return. Sure there’s a high the first time we meet after I’ve stayed away for a while, but it’s…
I found something called a Color Emotion Key while I was wasting time on Pinterest writing my book that should have been done yesterday. It lists colors and the corresponding emotion or meaning. “The colors you are drawn to tell a great deal about your emotional state,” it says. I’m a sucker for this stuff. I…
A drunk woman sat in front of me on the plane last night. While I should be kind and forget the whole thing, it must be documented. It’s essential to set the scene. We had just arrived in Seattle from London, and this flight was the last stretch of a long travel day. The plane…
I’m so tired of the back window over-share. This post may offend some people and for that I am maybe a little sorry. I’m sure it’s not the first time I’ve offended someone and it certainly won’t be the last, but I need to blog this out. Bumper stickers are a form of expression, I get it.…
“Maybe you should smoke a little pot,” said the wonderful woman solely responsible for my cute haircut. I arrived at my appointment whirling around as usual, she washed my hair as I rambled. After I took a break from speaking and a deep breath, that was her advice. Clearly I’m giving off a pent up…