I’m 12 or 13 here. The double-breasted-looking dress with the buttons is to hide the fact that I already had a full bosom at that early age (something my mother was ashamed of), and yes, that IS a bow in my hair (because mommy needed me to look young so people would think she was young).
One Liner Wednesday: Really Short Story
Crawling out of my sarcophagus early today…have to get to the library and do some homework.
Feeling nostalgic for the music videos of the ’90s
Throwback Thursday
Christmas Day (mid-1980s?), it was a photo of all the cousins together, but I’ve cropped them out because, well, we’re adults now and it’d be wrong to plaster them all over the internet and shatter their privacy (also I’m no longer speaking to any of them).
One-Liner Wednesday: Really Short Story
Years ago, I did my undergrad and my first M.A., I’d sit in classes smugly knowing I was the smartest one there. Today, I’m starting my second Master’s (after 16 years of “life experiences”) and it’s humbling to know that I’m not the smartest one there, it frees me from the burden of having to be the best. Today I am in competition with no one.
You MUST upgrade
So Verizon sent a new wireless router (the old one worked just fine, but apparently you MUST upgrade every so often) and it took forever to configure the goddamn thing correctly
Last night’s look
Throwback Thursday
Taken on the front lawn, don’t ask me when.
1 Liner Wednesday: Really Short Story
Well last night was my first night of classes in this first semester towards an MLS. Those NYU professors aren’t playing. I’m going to have to get serious.
Never Forget
Never forget. It’s my generation’s “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?”, a thing we all experienced that pulls us closer. What I most remember is the day after it happened…New Yorkers a little bit less hard-boiled & more aware that each day is a gift, going around saying “No, after you” and “Please”. We could all take a lesson from the September 12th New Yorkers.
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