When I was 11 my best friend wore a pair of white tights to church. She had dark brown hair and Italian heritage. Thick leg hair stuck out through the tights and could be seen under them. She was so embarrassed. Everyone pointed and laughed and asked why her hairs were so long. She tearfully… Continue reading I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup
I remember writing frantic Facebook posts about the big things happening or potentially happening, hoping that by putting words to these dreams of bigger, greater things they might somehow become more real than layers of code splayed across my cell phone screen. Inevitably those flights of fancy and delusions of grandeur never materialized out of… Continue reading A Do Nothing B*tch
I struggle with breakfast. I have for years. I've tried to pinpoint when it all started to go wrong and at which point I just stopped eating in the mornings. Looking back I distinctly remember high school and the hell that was waking up every morning. At that time my home was an abuse and… Continue reading Starving For Love
Reminding myself not to put a price tag on quality time with the ones I love.