It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to (seriously)

Today I turned 30. It’s etched all over my face. No, really. I expected a few wrinkles, but the three giant prom night pimples were a surprise. Was I a fool to believe that the acne would ebb as the wrinkles flowed? I also have a few, um, pigment free hairs.  Even without these sneaky […]

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Help, I’ve been shot! (or something)

“What if it’s permanent?” As soon as he said the words, the firefighter looked like he would give a kidney to take them back. Our eyes met. We both sputtered.  He tried desperately to set my mind at ease, saying things he didn’t really mean, “Babe, I don’t really think that.” and “I forgot who […]