This is what we look forward to every season, kids! The idiots all return and we get the REAL dirt. So let’s hit it! The crowd cheers! I preemptively vomit on a kitten! And it’s my future husband Chris Harrison, here to guide us through the madness! Woohoo! More »
Reading some current events today, I encountered a headline that punched me in the face and kicked me square in the doughiest section of my ass. And then my head exploded, making my Red Bull undrinkable and my bagel soggy and inedible. This soured my mood considerably, as I have already been frustrated with some personal goings on and haven’t had a moment to myself to properly vent and/or enjoy several hundred grams of carbohydrates. So, bear with me here whilst I get a bit furious with the latest in the Roman Polanski Jackassery.
Ah, the memoir. A deeply thought out reflection on a well-lived and complex life. A testimonial to the rocky roads of survival. A gritty, no holds barred scrawl of a epitaph. The memoir is a cornerstone of writing, meant to show, warts and all, what the human experience entails. So who better to write one [...]