Anyone who has been reading this “Friday Firsts” series should know by now that I have a horrible memory…
I’ve given my mother quite a few gray hairs over the years. Drinking, partying… you get me. However, if there is one thing I didn’t give my mother grief about, it was make-up…
Most days, I feel like a child who has been wrongfully cast for the “Adult Woman” character in a play I know nothing about…
You know those refrigerator boxes? They’re large and fun to play in…
Since Red is out of town…
Would you believe me if I told you that before conceiving Jude, I never once got scared that I was (unexpectedly) pregnant…
Because I cannot, for the life of, remember my very first date, for today’s “Friday Firsts,” I offer you a series of short summaries of various first dates from my past. Ahem…
I remember him vividly. I had just woken up from having a biopsy done in the hospital, and it seemed like some force threw him into my recovery bed…
While Red operates under a fairly thick veil of anonymity over at The Naked Redhead, I make no effort to hide my identity…
We were in third grade. His name was Stephen…