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”

You’re Too…

Loud. Flirtatious. Fancy. Assertive. Bossy. Crazy. Angry. Bold. Sensitive. Noisy. Clumsy. Provocative. Flighty. Dreamy. Curious. [Insert adjective of your choice here] Why, oh why, does “You’re too…” invariably precede another word that’s less than flattering? Why does the person saying it to you feel the need to even utter the words in the first place?Continue reading “You’re Too…”

Don’t Believe Everything You Read on the Book of Faces

Years ago, I was a Resident Assistant when I was a senior in college. For those of you who didn’t ever experience dorm life in all it’s room-sharing, communal bathroom and institutional furniture glory, an RA is typically a responsible upperclassman assigned to live among a group of residents and keep an eye out forContinue reading “Don’t Believe Everything You Read on the Book of Faces”

Kiss All the Boys

I have two daughters that I am crazy proud of. They are both whip-smart, funny as hell (the apple does not fall far from the tree, dear readers), easy to be around and above all, kind. I know what you’re thinking, every parent says stuff like this. But I genuinely believe it to be true.Continue reading “Kiss All the Boys”