I am one of those people who walks around this Earth completely terrified of my own body.
Gigi was born on this blog 8 years ago. How insane is that? She was born here and grew up here, and then in the last few years, I’ve stopped coming, and taken her (and Jude and Wyatt and Andy) away, and that’s unfair. Because they are really fucking amazing people. Like, I’m pretty damn […]
Of the many things I purchase online during the commercial breaks of an insomnia-induced Golden Girls binge, this one has to be the coolest, most emotional, and most life changing.
I have had this window open for over a week. Every morning I walk into my office and click this tab to find a log in window pop up; “log in to save changes, click cancel to leave without saving.” I log in.
When I say girls weekend, it’s easy to immediately think of wine tours or a wild Vegas getaway. Just a bunch of women needing to blow off steam and escape their partners or kids for a few days. Umbrella drinks for everyone!
Most days I walk around my house pretending to be Oprah. You know, pre-weird about bread Oprah. I’m building an empire! Give me carbs and a house in Hawaii!
I feel like I’ve been shouted at for months now. Every time I turn on the news or read articles online, ALL CAPS SHOUTING. It’s scary and we’re sitting here trying to pinpoint the exact reason we are where we are, and what the hell we can do to fix it. I have only a […]
My friend recently had a baby boy, and he’s adorable. With each growing month, she puts up a new photo of the little prince touting his accomplishments, which developmental stages he’s powering through, and noting what he currently loves and hates at that moment in his life. Why don’t we do this as adults? Do we just […]
I woke up the day after Christmas, briefly forgetting that it had happened. That is, until I walked into my living room to find crap everywhere, empty wine bottles from the previous night’s celebrations all over the counter, and I turned on the news to promises of weight loss and finally, finally, being a less […]
I have a very romanticized idea of the holidays. I function at a Clark W. Griswold level of holiday merriment from November through mid-January. It’s obnoxious. I grew up having amazing Christmases with my grandmother before she died. She filled every room of her house with friends and family as the Rat Pack hummed from the […]