Once upon a f—— time, I would have been too afraid to put that ← line online. I probably wouldn’t have even written it in my journal in fear I would offend someone or look badly.
(No one ever has read my journals aka diaries) but those days of insecurity and shyness were expelled from my being by age and experience. Nearing 30, I’ve found my shyness (which held me back from even trying to stick up for myself amongst my ‘besties’ in high school) to be almost non-existent.
A t-shirt from Married to the Mob with a take on the famous book by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.
I’m currently in the middle of helping the daughter of my aunt’s friend (did you get all that?) find an internship in Journalism.
The young and hopeful girl is in her final year of university and as I was going through my contacts for her, it hit me – wow, I went through this too, almost eight years ago. Wait – EIGHT YEARS AGO?
Rosalyn and Stefania take a lunch break (always Hawaiian pizza because there was no choice on campus) in J-School.
What the f—, people laugh and joke about how time flies, (Stef and I usually lament), and I guess that’s part of why we started the Ms.Adventures in the first place.
What is it about weddings that make people (women) crazy?
It is an age-old question grooms to be and MOH’s have been asking themselves – for perhaps – ages.
Is it a fever I just haven’t caught yet?