Category: The Girl

My Mother’s Hoarding is Ruining My Street Cred

Sometimes it’s a little bit awesome that my mom is a hoarder. I mean, is there anything funnier that pulling out your jewelry box from 6th grade to discover the, um, treasures that are still hiding in there? Good god, there is nothing in there that is not a colossal embarrassment. There’s…

What Curveballs?

Oh, curveball. It sure has been a while since you’ve shown your ugly face, hasn’t it? But, I guess it’s my mistake for allowing myself to be blissfully happy without waiting for the other shoe to drop. And while it dropped heavily this week and really threw me for an…

A Decade.

2001 2002 2003 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 We’ve come a long way, baby. Hold me, my baby girl is 10.