“Can you hear them?” GenX. “They talk about us.”* A documentary on National Geographic about GenX grabbed my attention and seemed a perfect choice to binge on a crappy Sunday morning. I was refilling my coffee cup when I heard him and there was no mistaking the voice forever burned into my teen psyche. Perfect choice for binging indeed because narrating the return to my childhood was none other than snarky Tiger Beat cover boy,…
I have missed you in the time we’ve been apart. When I look back, when I get nostalgic it’s you I think about, it’s you I miss. Days long gone, but the memories of mouthwatering bliss remain. So, I will do my best, in this lament to you, to invoke all the feels you gave me when you were mine. Please don’t ask me to pick my favorite because I couldn’t if I tried. And…
I can’t believe it’s almost… Spring! … 6:30 and it’s still light out. … Memorial Day. I’m SOOO over the heat! Can you believe… …School starts soon. … it’s only 4:30 and it’s already dark. …It’s almost the holidays. I’m SOOO over the cold! I can’t believe it’s almost… Spring! If I had a nickel for every time, every person, every year that I heard those words, spoke those words – well I would NOT…
You attract what you’re like. Or what you allow. If ever there was a theme song for hairstylists, it’d be this. It’s been 30 years since I first stepped behind the chair. And now that I’m stepping away, attempting to create something new for the future, I’ve spent a considerable chunk of time looking back. When I was going down the rabbit hole of writing the now shelved ‘Salon book’, I unpacked 3 decades worth…
(#I should be writing!) It started with a dream. Cliché alert (I know). But it was one of those dreams that lingers throughout the day, you know the ones. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was inspiration for a page in a book that I didn’t even know I wanted to write. I’ve been telling myself stories since I was little, an extension of the escapism I found in all the books…
