Why is it that when faced with a situation outside of our comfort zones, we feel the explicit need to apologize for every single insecurity? No really, I’m asking. One minute you are riding the happy train, singing your own praises and feeling like a winner and then you interact with someone you perceive to…
Golly I love summer. It’s just, well, the bee’s knees. All of the good stuff happens when the mercury rises. Winter sweaters get tucked away, everyone smells like sunscreen and we can finally eat ice cream and have a valid excuse. “It’s too effing hot for food. Let’s get ice cream.” Is an acceptable excuse…right?
You’ve bought the dress. The plans are set. You have ___ number of days until your big event. Don’t let last minute mistakes spell disaster for your fancy fun!
Forgive the length and slightly more serious tone. Hair loss is no joke. Here’s my story and what I decided to do about it.