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Diary of a Diva
He posted, she posted
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from spending a dysfunctional amount of time on social media, it’s that people are overly attached to their opinions, myself included. You could post information that supports what you believe
Creeping crud
I like to fancy myself as the sort of person who remains stoic and pleasant to be around when ill, but I know it’s a lie, and not a little white one. The truth is, when
Scones for Frodo
Everyone knows that geek is chic and nerds are neat, so occasionally I like to humblebrag by referring to myself as one or the other. Sure, I’m super into Doctor Who and anything Joss Whedon touches, but when
Weird Aunt
“Look!” I shouted to my friend Jenny, as I pulled the boys on either side of me closer to each hip. “I manifested children.” Two older women who were passing by snickered; one of them smiled
Anything Chestnut
“There, that looks like a good one,” David said. I pulled the car to the curb in front of the sprawling Mission Hills residence. I kept the motor running as David got out, affected a casual
Trick or Teeth
When the doorbell rang a second time, my mother’s terrified gaze met mine. We could hear the screams all the way from where we sat in the family room. As if in answer to my panicked
Thumb Drive
Oh, that’s not good. That’s not good at all.” Because David tends to talk to himself while cooking — usually about seasonings or calculations regarding timing — I was only half listening to his muttering. But
Jackie & Jill
The air remained a balmy 80 degrees when the sun began to dip behind the Point Loma peninsula. The azure sky was festooned with wispy white clouds that hung low over the deeper blue of the
So you think you can Kizomba
Dad had been asking me to google the made-up-sounding word for weeks. “I’m not by a computer right now. I will later,” I said each time, but I always forgot. It was the name of a
Gluten-free in Texas
David’s phone chimed. Since he was driving, I grabbed it from the console to check the text. “It’s Cris. She says it’s BYOB and wants to know if she should pick up red or white. Doesn’t