It feels like I haven’t stopped moving since the summer began, and I keep waiting for things to calm down so I can get my shit together but it would appear someone drained the fluid from the brakes of my life because HEY, JANE, GET ME OFFA THIS CRAZY THING. In the past week I’ve been the New York, Disneyland, Palm Springs, and… Read more →
Month: September 2014
This One Time, Children’s Hospital LA Saved My Life #MiracleMarathon
I was three years old. My recurring ear infections had given way to mastoiditis, and there was a chunk of my head that had to go before the infection could spread to my brain. My Dad worked for himself, so my parents carried private insurance that excluded my ears on account of how expensive they’d become. While footing the bill for the… Read more →
This is a damn bra state of emergency.
For five years, seven months, one week and two days I worked from home. And you know what happened during that time? I completely effing forgot how bras work. Let’s start at the beginning: Bras suck. They’re awful. They’re legit the worst part of leaving the house (although their removal is in the running for the best part of returning home) and ever… Read more →