IYKYK… The bra coming off is not just a physical act. It’s a declaration. It’s the moment the day is officially over. The second that band unhooks, and the underwire drops to the floor like an exhausted soldier, so does my will to be a contributing member of society. You want me to go out… Continue reading I Can’t Go Out, I Already Took My Bra Off.
Author: Deborah
From Sectionals to Soulmates
Loving Him Through Stage 4 We met under fluorescent lights, now we live under a different kind of pressure—but love doesn’t crack. It wasn’t exactly a Nicholas Sparks moment—Ashley Furniture doesn’t lend itself to sweeping cinematic romance. Too much microfiber and mattress sales quota stress. But three years ago, I met this quiet man with… Continue reading From Sectionals to Soulmates
“No, I’m Not Poor. I Just Have Bills, Baby
“Teens, Money, and the Great Delusion” When I first put together the list of the 15 parts of the Teen Series “Generation Why Tho?” Manifestation was a topic. How our teens are out here whispering wishes to the moon and journaling like the Universe is Amazon Prime. But then I got to thinking? Manifestation with… Continue reading “No, I’m Not Poor. I Just Have Bills, Baby
Cereal Killers:
My Life in Seinfeld, Sugar, and Serial Murders Look, I’m not saying I’m a complicated person, even though I probably totally am, but if you looked at my Netflix history, bottom shelf of my pantry, and conversational references, you might assume I’m either a quirky sitcom side character or someone in desperate need of therapy.… Continue reading Cereal Killers:
‘fit planning
Outfit Planning: The Daily Teen Girl Summit (AKA How I Lost My Sanity to Vibe Wars”) Raising a teen daughter in 2025 means I live in a world where outfits aren’t just clothes—they’re full-on strategic operations that require hours of preparation, negotiation, and multiple video calls. And no, I’m not exaggerating. Remember when picking an… Continue reading ‘fit planning
Small Fry
My little shout-out to the Seahawk Hype Girl There are days when you blink and see your baby again. And then there are days-like today- when you blink and you see a whole woman rising. 1 full day, and 2, 1/2 days left of Middle School. Natalie just turned 14, May 17th to be exact,… Continue reading Small Fry
Phone Battery Anxiety
“My Teen’s Phone Battery Is at 19%—Please Respect Our Privacy During This Difficult Time” By a Mom Who Charges Her Own Phone Constantly Like a Grown-Up Ah, summer—the glorious season of sunburns, overpriced slushies, and those endlessly long days. Or, as we call it in sunny Myrtle Beach: nine million degrees of pure sweat with… Continue reading Phone Battery Anxiety
Sunday Scaries…
but Make It Suspicious: Atlantic Bike Week Aftermath This morning, by 8am, Facebook was on fire with posts claiming that a concert in North Myrtle Beach turned into an all-out brawl—10 people sent to the hospital, “mass casualties,” people urging folks to stay inside, lock doors, light candles, say a prayer. Basically, Myrtle Beach was… Continue reading Sunday Scaries…
Which Bike Week Is It?
“And Why Is That Guy in Assless Chaps Eating Funnel Cake?” If you’ve ever found yourself stuck in traffic behind a man wearing a Confederate flag do-rag on a trike while eating a turkey leg, congratulations—you’ve survived a Myrtle Beach Bike Week. Maybe. There are three of them. And unless you’re fluent in engine noises… Continue reading Which Bike Week Is It?
“So…My Childhood…
Got Wiped Like a Bad Hard Drive” Let me tell you something I wouldn’t wish on anyone: trying to remember who the hell you were when your whole childhood is floating around in some cosmic junk drawer. I lost my dad when I was 9. He was 57. I lost my mom when I was… Continue reading “So…My Childhood…