Tag Archives: A Memoir
Type Something Nice
I know better, and I bet you do too. After an entirely long day, I busted out my laptop to do a quick revision. A quick look at Twitter. A quick update to some notes. It was three minutes before … Continue reading
Warn Your Daughters About Dirtbag Romeo
I’ve had many conversations this week about young girls, the digital space, and the complications of love. And I have to tell you, if I had a daughter who was a teenager right now, I would have a very frank … Continue reading
Down the Rabbit Hole of The #Fedwiki
Last night, I got a text message that read: If you don’t bring beer over to my house and drink it with me; you’re dead to me. No name. Unidentified number. I thought to myself, Joleen must have finally gotten … Continue reading
My Life Thus Far by the Decade: A Memoir
Warning: If you are part of the SFWH, this post has nothing to do with that. Click away and go back The Happening. Nothing you will read here is half as interesting as what’s going there. Before I get to … Continue reading