Thursday, August 4, 2011
I hate the color pink.
Aside from a few exceptions—Kimberley, the Pink Power Ranger, a pair of hot pink L.A. Gear high-top shoes I owned as a child and pink Starbursts—I’m just not a fan.
I’ve even gone so far as to tell my mother that when the time comes for her to throw me a baby shower—that time being very, very far away—I would rather not receive a sea of pink dresses, hats and blankets. I’...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
On Monday night I purchased my first new car. It was a right-of-passage moment straight out of a Judy Blume book. I stood there with the keys in my hand, sobbing as my mother went off on the dealership manager because he did me wrong.
OK, maybe not Judy Blume.
The Spice Girls may have paved the way for girl power in the 90s, but the truth is it’s really intimidating to walk into a car...
Friday, July 15, 2011
When I was in seventh grade, my mom thought it would be a nice idea for our Catholic family to light the candles on an Advent wreath every night before dinner during Advent Season.
The first night I had the honor of lighting the candle. After striking a match—and making the mistake of holding it completely vertical—the flame started to quickly burn its way towards my fingers. Naturally, I...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
When I was in pre-school, my grandma came in for Grandparents Day.
That afternoon, our teacher asked us to draw a picture for our guests. While all of the other students excitedly drew elaborate houses, families and animals—which I find hard to believe since we were 4 years old, but so says my grandma—I plucked a purple crayon out of the box, drew a single line on the paper and announced that I...