The acronym that never defined me

When I was 5 years old, my parents took me to the pediatrician’s office after my teachers voiced their concerns about my short attention span, and unwillingness to follow directions in school; my rambunctious, energetic, and curious personality was a stark contrast to my older sister’s docile, obedient, and joyful nature. My doctors ran a [...]

It was mine first

When my sister and I were little, our parents bought us a little wooden step stool for our bathroom. It was painted fire-engine red, and in bold white letters said: Brush your teeth- Comb your hair- Wash your face & hands- P.S. I LOVE YOU! It was one of my most treasured possessions as a [...]

Like having dinner with an African hyena

When I was a kid, my parents reserved Friday nights as a time when the four of us would go out to eat as a family. It was a nice change from homemade meals at the table, and because we took turns picking which restaurant we wanted to eat at, I can say with an [...]

Found: More Crap I Wrote When I Was a Kid.

Apparently, I had a book of riddles. Prepare yourself for a dark, bottomless pit of misspelled words, and bad grammar. No, I’m not going to let you cheat. What did you guess? Correct Answer: I loved them So. Even back then. What did you say? Correct Answer: And another one. I’ll give you a hint. [...]

This Stuff Was Legit

While driving through a beautiful neighborhood in Brea, Ca., I saw this lemon tree, and nearly died. It is so beautiful, and I want one. And then we drove like five blocks, and found these cutie pies. This is (from left to right) Hannah, Nicole, and Audrey, and they were selling fresh lemonade on the [...]

I Made Farting Sounds While I Wrote This Post

When I was little (yes, I am talking about ME on MY WEB SITE again) my neighbor and I used to spend lots of time making prank phone calls. Because even back then, I liked to waste whatever talent I had acquired by age 9 to do things like prank call 9-1-1. The ’90s, if [...]

This is Me Swallowing My Pride

When I was 10 years old, my dad called the family together for a family meeting, and told us that we were moving to Germany for three years. After the meeting, I went to my room, and started scribbling diligently in my notebook — because even back then, the only way I knew how to [...]

• February 2012 January 2012 December 2011 November 2011 October 2011

• BlogHer.com Newlyweds Dish Twitter RSS