Me, My Selfie, and Boo

I, personally, am not one for the selfie. Maybe it's because every selfie of mine comes out like a macaque fumbling with a camera, but I've never been fond of taking the time to point a camera at myself and declare to the world--HARK! tis I and my hair looks amazing today! Maybe that's because … Continue reading Me, My Selfie, and Boo →

The Making of a MoH-FO: Lessons from a Retired Maid of Honor

Every boo goes through an evolution of sorts in her lady bromance. You go from primordial boos, to early/primitive boos, to upright-walker kind of boos. I used to be in the upright camp, having conquered ominous trees in cute-as-fuck small towns, a biblical plague and a homicidal mouse in a mansion of horrors (#LivermoreNeverForget), and … Continue reading The Making of a MoH-FO: Lessons from a Retired Maid of Honor →