A word about self-confidence from the girl who (almost) shit her pants in 10th grade. At 16, I came thiiiiiis close to being the first girl at Trinity Christian to crap her pants in the hallway. It had to have happened before… and it probably happened after I graduated… but, to my utter shock and relief, never to me. Thank
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
Short on time? Listen to this post on-the-go: From the moment you emerge from the womb, it seems like evvvveryone wants to know what you want to “be when you grow up.” I decided early on that I was “supposed” to be a professional working woman, like my mom. An amorphous “business woman,” a la Romy and Michelle’s High School
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.