I’m a Barbie Girl

Barbie was one of my favorite toys growing up. Hands down. I loved building houses for her, creating walls on my dresser out of my double-fold Grease and Muppet Movie albums, making furniture out of old tissue boxes, dressing her up, playing out scenarios of glamourous parties and a fabulous life. As a child, IContinue reading “I’m a Barbie Girl”

Tell Me You’re a Deluded Whack Job Without Actually Telling Me You’re a Deluded Whack Job

A while back, I wrote a piece about not believing everything you read on the book of faces. I’m happy to report I deleted the Facebook app from my phone about five months ago and have broken my dependence on their addictive algorithms. But this one bears an update based on some pretty INSANE thingsContinue reading “Tell Me You’re a Deluded Whack Job Without Actually Telling Me You’re a Deluded Whack Job”

I don’t think I want to live in a world where Crayola makes food

First and foremost, I do love your crayons, Crayola peeps. Your markers too. They beat the snot out of Roseart any day of the week. As a poor kid growing up in the 70’s/80’s, there was nothing quite as amazing as the 128-crayon box with the BUILT-IN sharpener on the back of the box andContinue reading “I don’t think I want to live in a world where Crayola makes food”

Confessions of a Kissing Bandit

Many, many, many years ago on a small college campus in New York, a young woman set out to get a Bachelor’s degree in History. With her sights set on law school and armed a healthy obsession with all things historical, including bodice ripper romance novels, this exuberant young woman was eager to become theContinue reading “Confessions of a Kissing Bandit”