Fresh outta time for memory lane.

Max's birth was unbelievably average. I got induced, was in labor for a few hours, pushed a couple of times and he was out. I held him, we hung out, then took him home. Hudson and Lucas's was not. Having had such an ordinary experience the first time made the surprises of the second even… Continue reading Fresh outta time for memory lane.


The glory days

Few things in life touch me as much as the sweet memories of blowing hundreds on cheap thongs and Von Dutch hats at Gadzooks. The biggest mistake I ever made was not buying the black leather boots with flames going up the back that they had displayed in the window for months. I worked so… Continue reading The glory days