Hello Future Me – Year 2032
On learning to think past survival mode and imagine a future worth planning for.
It’s Swimsuitphobia Season!
A floss bikini in a celebrity style column sent me straight back to the mustard yellow pageant humiliation of 1983. My relationship with swimsuits has always been complicated.
Say Ma’am One More Time
Got yes ma'am'd twice in one day and had a small crisis.
Quarantine This Birthday
Quarantine killed the birthday plans, which was fine by me. Turning 40-something is weird enough without a pandemic forcing you to sit with it.
Birthday Fail • A Historical Review of Why I Hate Birthdays
My birthday peaked at age six. Everything since has been a documented disaster. 10 reasons I stopped caring about my birthday entirely.
