POV: The Mean Mom

(Apparently) aka the woman who ruins teenage lives by saying “no” Let me set the scene: I’m standing in my kitchen, sipping lukewarm coffee that’s been microwaved twice and still somehow tastes like regret. My 14-year-old daughter is in the other room, moping. Why? Because I committed a crime against humanity—I said “no.” No, you… Continue reading POV: The Mean Mom

Streetlights, Tang & the Sound of Freedom

We survived on freeze pops, SPF 4, and pure adrenaline. Let the good times roll. There was something magical about a ’90s summer—the kind of magic that came without a price tag, a registration form, or a Pinterest board. Just freedom, dirt, and vibes. If you grew up in the ’80s or ’90s, you already… Continue reading Streetlights, Tang & the Sound of Freedom

I Can’t Go Out, I Already Took My Bra Off.

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.