I remember being younger and staring at my mom as she gets ready in our bathroom. It's one of several houses we lived in, imparting memories in multiple different places. Looking back on it now, I came to know a great many people from all the moves, no matter how challenging they were at the… Continue reading My Mother; My Hero
The relationship I have with my mother is an incredibly close one. So close in fact, that it often makes people noticeably squirmy the first time they have to endure a conversation with us. These conversations usually end up disintegrating into topics of butt hole bleaching and how to not fall off when you're on… Continue reading Like Mother, Like Daughter. Unfortunately.
As a child, I was super inactive. It's mostly because my mom would sign me up for some kind of activity, and when I wasn't immediately it's master, and it my bitch, I would quit. In a dramatic blaze of glory too, I'll have you know. This happened with everything I tried. Every single kind… Continue reading On Exercise: Briefly