We’ve dubbed this particular door “the portrait door.” In front of it, the girls stand for pictures, saying “cheese,” adorably posing for photographs that I’ll later send to my long-distance family, and, most importantly,...
Have you ever noticed that memories often have hazy, golden fogs around them, and that Instagram’s editing filters are often hazy or blurred? I’ve noticed lately that we’re all over-using the haze, y’all. And dreams,...
My husband said to me yesterday that it’s called Facebook and not Assbook—because everyone is putting their best faces forward. Yet, here’s a “real-life” story: I go to the zoo all the time with...
Dirty secrets come clean moment (Happy Monday morning edition!). I began watching Sex and the City prequel The Carrie Diaries on Netflix during my sinus surgery—and I haven’t stopped. My husband put plex on...
