The plight of the hairdresser.
“I like this picture of me. It was taken probably four years ago or so.” Becky swipes through her phone with a slow, unsure movement. “Then this one is also nice, this was just a…
My thick-ankled friends – Summer 2018 shoe fashion sucks for us.
This goes out to all my thick-ankled and big-calved friends. My friends who could never take advantage of BOGO boot sales because finding one pair that fit over our calf was hard enough. My friends…
I swear my body is allergic to this – Sarah does Couch to 5K.
I want the record to show I have lived in a lot of places that has encouraged my vanity. Back when I lived in Rhode Island, it didn’t really matter what my weight was –…
My Life to Music, A Mini-Series: #5 Bounce That by Girl Talk
The other week, Facebook shared a memory from nine years ago with me: Girl Talk responded to my email! I’m one step closer to marrying that man. I chuckled at the memory. Nine years ago,…
My Life to Music, A Mini-Series: #4 Lola by The Kinks
I love this song.And I love The Kinks.And I love my son, Liam. But if he happened to be born a girl, I’d be saying, ‘and I love my daughter… Lola.’ This is my life……
My Life to Music, A Mini-Series: #3 Da Booty by A Tribe Called Quest
My toddler is running around the house like a lunatic, hot off the candy train after his Valentines Day-care celebration. “Brew! Breeew!!” he shrieks. He wants the broom. Of course he wants the broom. It’s…
My Life to Music, A Mini-Series: #2 Intoxicated by Symmetry
We all have songs that hit our iPod and we instantly hit next. We’re too lazy to take the time to hook the iPod up to iTunes and delete it, so we’ll just continue to…
My Life to Music, A Mini-Series: #1 Blackbird by The Beatles
I love music. Love it. I can put every single moment of my life into a soundtrack. I’d prefer it that way, honestly. I’m one of those people who can hear a song and create…
Hi, I’m Sarah, and I’m a serial first dater.
Hi, I’m Sarah, and I’m a serial first dater. “Hi, Sarah.” I’ve been clean from first dates since 2010 when I took my last hit off the first date pipe with my now-husband. I hope…
In the name of love, I present: My husband cancels our first Valentines Day.
For me, history has shown Valentines Day is essentially just like New Years Eve: –Jam packed with unobtainable expectations. –Sprinkled with a girl crying in a corner (sometimes myself). –Strangely, involves pepperoni. –And ends with…