Prior to this exact moment, have I worn a jumpsuit? No. In the name of Gloria Gaynor, no no no.
And yet, I seek them out. I add them to my style boards and mentally pack them for events. Like when I'm on the back of a motor bike in Florence or making out with a guy who kinda looked like Ray … [Read More...]
Running the Curvy Girl Guide Community puts me in touch with thousands of brilliant women, and their equally brilliant platforms. In an effort to embolden and promote the powerful voices I surround myself with, I've developed a month's worth of writing prompts for them (and you!) to explore and … [Read More...]
I don't have a single summer memory of my childhood that happened indoors. We simply weren't allowed. For years and years, summer meant my parents kicking my little brother and I out of the house to explore, play and entertain ourselves until dark. Sometimes it was amazing, sometimes it sucked. I … [Read More...]
You know when your partner does something during sex that does nothing for you, but you're way too nice to say something? Or like when you really want to try something but are afraid to sound like an aspiring internet sex worker?
I mean, for the most part, I'm pretty good at being my … [Read More...]
See this guy right there? That's my dad.
"Are you lonely?"
"It's been a lifetime of loneliness. I decided early on that I better get used to it. I go to movies by myself. If the movie theater is completely empty, I'm even happier. I learned early on that if I wanted to go to restaurants, I … [Read More...]
"8 and three dashes."
"8 and three... yes three dashes."
I hold three fingers up into the air as Andy and my brother Adam stare at me from the table saw positioned on the deck.
"8 and three dashes." I yell at them again from the center of the dining room.
"What the fuck is wrong with … [Read More...]
Our life this month has coincided beautifully with the 4th of July... some change and some freedom. Physical and emotional change that has been wonderful and sweat-inducing and scream-ridden and terrifying. You'll read about and see more of that in a few days. But first, a little bit of freedom, and … [Read More...]
There is a box at the very top of my closet full of photographs. Remember those? Archaic artifacts from a time when we needed our memories to be tangible and red-eyed. The box is deceiving. While the photos weigh mere ounces, the collection itself contains hundreds of pounds gained and lost and … [Read More...]