The first 35 years of my life are over. Sheesh, I didn’t know that sentence would seem so grave. I don’t really mean it that way. I like my birthday; I think it’s fun…even if my son thinks that 35 is middle-aged. I was off today, so I spent some time putzing around on Pinterest… Continue reading Birthday things.
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In an open letter to the man of many hats at the hotel,
“I’m sure you mean well, I guess, but despite my politeness, I will not be calling what appears to be your personal number that you jotted down on the back of your business card. I think that if I do come back to DC that I can manage without any ‘help.’ Thanks for the offer […]
In an open letter to the lady whose pockets I can see peeking out from the bottom of her cut-off shorts,
“I can see your rump. And I think we are about one half centimeter away from me seeing some of your more gender specific parts.”
In an open letter to her hood dryer,
“Really, right now you choose to die. I need to pick up Alex in about an hour and this hair isn’t going to dry on it’s own. I wish I had a hat large enough to cover these rollers….”
In an open letter to the cat caller who tried to shame me this afternoon,
“Contrary to the many things you said toward me as I refused to respond to your yelling, I don’t think that I’m better than other people. I simply don’t respond to cat calls. It’s a personal rule. It doesn’t have anything to do with me being ‘stuck up.’ Also, while you think that I need […]
Family Roadtrip: Audiobooks
Audiobooks have been a part of my life for many years now. I’m not one of those people who loved hearing teachers read from books in classrooms. That just wasn’t my thing. In that context, my mind wandered and I would find myself doing things like picking at the carpet. Later, I began to loathe… Continue reading Family Roadtrip: Audiobooks
In an open letter to the woman with the long weave and exposed buttocks,
” Girl, you remind me of a DJ assault song.”
In an open letter to her body language,
“you’re doing something wrong. I’m trying to make you look like you don’t want to be bothered. However, you are the one that everyone chooses to walk in front of.
In an open letter to the guy who reminds me of Joe Biden,
“I am impressed by the attention you clearly paid to your ponytail.”
In an open letter to the guy looks like Jean Michel Basquiat,
“I saw you cut in line. May you avoid an overdose.”