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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Stress Zits?!

Dudes! I have been breaking out like caaaaaa-razy on my forehead lately. I've been feeling very bumpy and VERY "adolescent." One afternoon I found myself wondering whether or not I remembered my Trapper Keeper for Math class, or if I had mistakenly thrown my retainer away when I dumped my lunch tray. Eek! It's like I'm thirteen all over again.

Not to be discouraged by the "Pimple Factory" that has set up shop on my forehead, I decided to do some research. And by research, I mean I googled it.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

I Remembered The Day I Accepted Me

My little sister has a delightful freckle (she'd call it a mole) on the end of her nose. It has been there for as long as I can remember.

I had forgotten about a particular conversation she and I shared so many years ago--before blogs and children and English degrees, before chick flick dates and late night excursions to get ice cream. And though the details of how our conversation came about are slightly fuzzy to me, I do remember her. She was a young girl, nestled in a daybed in a room with pink carpet, feeling self conscious and insecure about that freckle that I loved.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Today Is Special!

Did you know that today is the best day ever?! Today is better than the day my mom bought me my first book of Shel Silverstein poetry. Today is better than the day I wore my new "New Kids On The Block" t-shirt to school. Today is better than the day I met Phil Collen (of Def Leppard fame) on a street corner in Laguna Beach. Why?

Because today is my one year "Piñata Anniversary!" One year ago today, I delivered my very first piñata. And that act set into motion a project, a movement, a party, a cause that I came to embrace wholeheartedly. It has been a true source of joy in my life.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Get Up and Glow!

I recently saw an ad for a "get up and glow" beauty kit that promised to highlight certain facial features and make you look radiant. (Or dewy and sun-kissed. I can't remember which.)

The kit included a cheekbone highlighter, shimmery powder, a magic wand (har, har), a "wish and a prayer" (har, har), and a get-up-and-glow makeup stick. It was pricey, touting a name brand that carried some klout. The poor (yet lovely) model looked so shiny and slick I couldn't help but think of the newly-washed silverware reflecting brightly in my kitchen drawer. It was weird.