Confessions of a Sissy-La-La

Confessions of a Sissy-La-La

I’m afraid of a lot of things. (See Confessions of a Phobaholic.) I didn’t learn to swim until I was 25 because I was afraid of the water. Really, the only reason I learned was because I almost drowned on a houseboat trip and my BFF Sarah insisted on teaching me. I’m...
Throwback Thursday ~ A Long Line of Crazy

Throwback Thursday ~ A Long Line of Crazy

It’s no secret that I come from a long line of Crazy. Here I am with my mom and my Nonnie, three generations of nuts. My mom and I had amazing times shopping in San Francisco, rain or shine. It was a day-long fashion show, and even when I was an adult she bought...
The Curious Case of the Cyst in the Nighttime

The Curious Case of the Cyst in the Nighttime

I have a ganglion cyst on my left hand, and it’s seriously freaking me out. A doctor looked at it today and said not to worry about it, to put ice on it, take ibuprofen, and pull on something to alleviate the pressure on the joint. He specifically said NOT to hit it...
Beans, Beans, the Musical Fruit

Beans, Beans, the Musical Fruit

A few months back I was hanging out with friends I’ve known almost my whole life. I was catching them up on my mother, and then we reminisced about back in the good ‘ol days, before her mental illness completely overtook her. My friend said, “I remember your mom’s...