are you lonesome tonight? {almost coherent parent guest post}

September sucked my soul out my butthole. There are no words. I ate them all. All that to say life away from the computer kept me so kerfuffled last month that I ghosted my own website. 

In times like these, when your blog sits desolate and alone, it helps to have friends. Talented and funny friends are even better. My buddy Andrew from Almost Coherent Parent has come to rescue me. I hope he forgives me for adding a "u" to every "neighbor."

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my #streamteam september

Everybody has that special someone. That actor or musician or entertainer that is seemingly dipped in sugar, is practically perfect and can do no wrong. You're blinded by your admiration (lust) and will seek out every project they dabble in no matter how god-awful and pandering it may look.

When I was a pre-teen, Corey Haim was the ONE. Every movie he starred in, no matter how dumb or ridiculous or low budget it looked, come opening night my movie ticket was purchased and gripped snugly in my sweaty chubby fist. Until I got my popcorn, then both hands were fully invested in transporting every fat-soaked kernel into my chew hole. (PS - Remember when movie theatre popcorn made with coconut oil was deemed to be the devil's snack with as many calories as 18 Big Macs or something and now we all LOVE and chug and bake and gargle with coconut oil? Nutrition is weird.)

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my #streamteam august

The first and only time I've ever been in the back of a cop car was in the late 90's.

It started out more innocent than a bucket of honey-coated golden retriever puppies. I was being a good sibling and running my brother around town, so that he could prepare for a school project.

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a field guide to your adult acne

Like most women, I assumed the day I graduated high school, middle fingers held aloft, I was also leaving behind the swollen and painful memories of my adolescent complexion.

How precious.

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