Clarabell was everyone's favorite. She was coined, early on, as the pretty one - the one with golden, carefree curls, apple green eyes, and a pleasant disposition. I, her nemesis, had unruly hair, too many freckles, and a weak chin.
"If you wrap a towel around their heads you can't tell them apart," Mom would…
Added by Green Monkey on March 19, 2013 at 9:30am — No Comments
When people ask me why I make the cross-country journey to Burning Man year after year, I tell them it is intensely therapeutic. And then I watch them laugh.
But it’s true you know, unless you’re one of those wayward frat boys or misguided hippie chicks.
“Is everyone naked?” they’ll ask me.
In reality, this freedom of expression is very limited. It’s the shirt cockers and cock socks that turn me off. Either…Continue
photo courtesy of universal mind power
My neighbor is in the early stages of alzheimer's, or is it dementia? I can't remember. Regardless,…Continue
I read the label on my chic, overpriced raincoat today. It says, "DRY CLEAN ONLY." Why would a raincoat need to be dry cleaned? THAT is ridiculous.
I've owned the damn thing for over a year and I notice the label on the same day that the local dry cleaners misplaced six of my…Continue
My father is by my side. His cane rests, just outside his reach, in the lap of an aluminum chair.
We are tucked in the corner of the back row, behind a succession of synchronized seniors - a line of ladies dressed in sensible shoes, forgiving waistbands and festive holiday attire. Each turns, twisting to catch a…Continue
My last post was very heavy so I wanted to show the "our salon" readers that I also have a twisted sense of humor.
It's Saturday morning and I'm trying my best to settle down and write but first I have to check facebook, then oursalon, then twitter, then...
In the middle of all this social hub hopping, I noticed this advertisement for Christian singles:
photo courtesy of Paula's…
As a young woman my misconstrued mirror image confirmed that my thighs were fat and my hair was flat. I was cute, not pretty. I was witty, not smart. I had a tainted past, lacked a higher education, was not well traveled, and had no accolades I could boast about.
To reinforce my compulsion of feeding my self-loathing, I journaled. After purging…Continue