Archives for August, 2011:
Summer used to mean flag football on a grassy hill, chugging my big brother’s Lowenbrau, camping in dirt beneath redwoods and swimming under water falls in a stolen black bikini. I was a tee [...]
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*I was going to blog about the job I lost because I got googled, but instead, I got this fabulous letter from a girl at a strange crossroads in her life.