Monthly archive August, 2013
Facebook Gobbledygook

Facebook Gobbledygook

So I read this article on Facebook (of course) about how people on Facebook are more sad than those who aren’t.  Like a protective mother I grew immediately defensive.  I wanted to hold back the bully and put up my dukes to spare a beatin’ of the fringy family member that I so lovingly adore…...
Weirdos!

Weirdos!

My friends are weirdoes.  They are the best kind too.  They care about the people they love, but honestly, growing up, never cared too much about the rest. I was 12, kinda pretty, and outwardly privileged.  Outwardly, because the truth was, we were struggling to pay the bills.  I had two parents, with only one...
Almost Naked

Almost Naked

So there I am, naked, well mostly.  The most naked I’ve ever been publicly for sure.  The palest, skinniest girl on the beach, with the 12 year old’s body, never had the guts to really let it all hang out.  Yet just a few days ago, a la Facebook, there I was, 40 years old,...