It’s 1986 You strut into the airport 30 minutes before your International flight, Doc Martens tightly laced mid-calf, and two wide belts looped around the waist of your pastel jumpsuit.…
✴ Polish off the shrapnel inside your bra after binging a family size bag of chips. ✴ Inform your wife she sounds like her mother. ✴ Park your sparkly new…
To clarify, I’m not a runner. If you see me jogging, please kill whatever the fuck is chasing me! This week, the NYC marathon aired a story that warmed my…
Years ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone by submitting a story to a popular mommy blog. The piece was a heart and soul love letter to our firstborn…
After years of watching humanity implode, Mother Earth deserves a new moral code, Pandemics and politics up the wazoo, The other side shitting on your point of view. Like love…