Archive for July, 2012

Runway Ready (Or Not)

It was just supposed to be a regular meeting for a fashion article I was writing, but a few minutes into it he turned to me and said, “You have a model‘s face… you’re super skinny…. Want to model at Fashion Week?” Before you know it, I was underneath hot lights Read more…

Demon: A Memoir

Demon: A Memoir by Tosca Lee

Book 762 of 1000

 

Let’s imagine for a moment that you’re a recently divorced editor who’s disillusioned with life. That you’re going to grab a bite to eat Read more…

Oo La La

I loved this story/song so much I just had to share it with you!

Searching…

Seems it’s true that the grass is always greener

On the other side of reality.

I’m floating here in the thick sludge of life,

Suspended between oil and mud – where’s water?

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For The Fine Of Hair

So you’ve got fine hair. Which might mean you default to a ponytail every day. You try and tease it just to watch it sag within the hour. You are stuck in a hair rut and don’t know what to do. Your hair troubles may never seem to end, but know you are not alone and that Read more…

Book 226:Meet Addy

I was a quite a handful as a child I am told. (Sorry about that Mom!) I was stubborn, strong willed, and come hell or high water I wouldn’t budge once I made up my mind about something. And for some reason even with me as their child, my parents still chose to homeschool me. (Truly a display of courage and educational insanity at their finest.) Throughout it all my mom was patience itself and she set herself to somehow bend my will to hers without breaking my little heart. There are plenty of stories I could tell of her valiant struggles, but one of the most monumental battlefields we fought on was reading. Read more…

Nothing Left To Say

And once again I don’t know what to say. There is candy apple blood beginning to drip from her nose and her left eye is slowly inflating like a party balloon, only the party is over now. My knuckles are beginning to throb and I can taste red salt on my lips, dribbling down from the scratch marks she left on my cheek. Read more…