Teen Spirit circa 1994
Came out over a year ago now, Parents told me get out the house, Good luck out the closet. Mom blamed It on the X, the generation or the drugs I don’t know which. Moved in with Some friends who didn’t care, started Dressing in black, stopped Washing my hair. Grew out my nails And let the dirt linger there. My room was night, thin papers Echoed across the floor, tubes And contraptions...
Quiche, and Other Things Bon Appétit
Last night, my best friends and I got all dolled up for my sorority formal. After an arduous night of dancing and indulging in Prohibition era-like activities, my best friend Sara and I ditched our little black dresses for a couple of aprons the next morning. Obviously, a quiche was in order. But when you wake up with your tummy rumbling, it’s best to opt for mini-quiches, a quick, easy,...
My Pictorial Ode to Sofia Coppola's Marie...
Who I Am.
It is a well known fact that the generation you grow up in affects the way you think and act. But somedays, I picket women’s rights like in 1917; I shock society by sipping on moonshine in a short skirt at a Gatsby-esque party; I fight to survive with the strength of a woman in the 1930s; I cry for the...