In a sea of petty bitches + trick-ass ho’s, I was a real show pony. I got a taste for fame at a young age. At a mere 9 years old, I was hand-picked to play the lead role in my local acting camp’s rendition of “Peter Pan.” I was kind of a big deal. Chosen, of course, for
Ghosting is so 2018. Remember middle school? You’d start the year sitting with Jemima (or Betsy or whomever) at lunch, proudly declaring your friendship to the world with those glittery “best friend” heart necklaces from Claire’s. You’d plan sleepovers so you could choreograph fake music videos to Spice Girls and No Doubt while pretending to impress her (idiot) hot older
A little over 4 years ago, I gave birth to a wee baby boy who kept me up nights with feeding… then teething… and, like any normal person, I mostly just suffered through it and complained a lot. Shortly thereafter, my friend, Curtis, and his wife, Neena, went through the same ordeal. The main difference? Curtis managed his time better.
I used to primarily blog about parenting. It was a love/ hate relationship for me. While staunchly resisting the label of “mom blogger” and bemoaning the fact that most of my subject matter was only relatable to about 53 percent of the population – a subsection that doesn’t have a ton of time for luxuries like reading a blog, because: