May my reaction to having a book published never be less than a tear infected, snot filled, scream fest.
Prior to this moment, I thought the only hiking I would ever do would come after a plane crash, stranding me with a group of strangers on a deserted jungle island. I actually think about this a lot, and I have a number of concerns.
I am one of those people who walks around this Earth completely terrified of my own body.
It’s October 3rd, and you guys… it’s chilly. It’s foggy in the mornings and getting dark earlier and earlier, and my body is finally at operating level: PRAISE JESUS.
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.
What goes better with a new hilarious fashion memoir than another Curvy Girl Makeover! *throws confetti in the air*
You know how Facebook does that creepy thing where it loads your sidebar with ads that appeal to you based on your browsing history?
I can’t remember when I started playing with Barbies… I only remember playing with them way past the time it was considered cool.
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 gained again. Glossy […]
Opening this text window feels weird, but also like home. So like weird home. Or, you know, normal home, because what home isn’t weird? Anyways, here we are together, on the internet. First of all, I have book mono. It’s a legitimate thing. You get it one of two ways. From open mouth kissing your […]