My Tweeter is Broken.

I’ve made some pretty significant technological strides in 11 years, but like the other white 30-somethings who still think it appropriate to say “Snap!” and “Boo-Yah!,” I’m a lot behind the times.

On Immortality

I’m not reading some Orwellian novel or a pamphlet written by L. Ron Hubbard. I’m reading a physician guide for preventative/regenerative medicine. And I’m a little bit scared.

I’ll Take my Ickies on the Side, Thank you.

 
“Know thyself”
                                    –Someone Ancient
I’ve been trying to figure myself out for 32 years. I’ve had a few missteps along the way­ (can you say Nirvana-inspired flannel?), but I’m making progress.
That said, I still have a ways to go. For instance, each month I am convinced that my husband has morphed into the devil [...]

Well, I NEVER.

At one point, I vowed that I would never buy my child plastic high heels

Momma’s Girl

For three and a half years, I have wondered if my daughter really belongs to me.