My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
It happened. My worst nightmare. That thing of urban legends - that irrational fear I have had ever since I was a child. My hand was in the garbage disposal - oh you know where this is going - and it magically turned on. It was off. I made sure of it...three times...because I'm a... Continue Reading →
I spent a handful of consecutive Halloweens being some sort of beat up athlete. Every.single.year. Black eye, bloody nose, the works. Being sexy was the very last thing on my mind, mostly because my idea of sexy was somewhere between Princess Toadstool and Mia Hamm. Which brings me to this week's rant on (mostly women's)... Continue Reading →
**RETROSPECTACULAR** 