Who Would Play You In A Movie (8)

Dear Facebook, It was my idea first. Actually, that’s probably not true. But if you’re over on Facebook, you’ve noticed that last week was Doppelganger week, in which you put a famous person who is your likeness, as your profile pic. As it turns out, Josh Berk chose Mark Ruffalo as his likeness. As itContinue reading “Who Would Play You In A Movie (8)”

Who Would Play You In a Movie (7)

Remember Louis? I interviewed him for my soldier series. And I was all like, he’s so badass but so sweet and nice and super in love with his wife. Well, his lovely and hilarious wife, Amythyst, suggested the perfect actor to play him for my movie. I’m so excited to add Mr. T to theContinue reading “Who Would Play You In a Movie (7)”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (12)

In which the YA Author showcases The Great and Awkward of being a teenager. This Sunday we have Junior Prom. This is not the year of the escalator incident. That was the year before. You’ll see in this year, I’ve decided to wear a gown with straps. My date was the sweetest guy ever, andContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (12)”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (11)

In which the YA author showcases what’s strange and lovely about the teenage years. Today I give you my seventh grade school photo. Um, it’s not a mullet, right? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight? I’ve got at least an inch I could trim back on each side before it qualifies, I think. Also, there’s that perm. The first oneContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (11)”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (9)

In which the YA Author showcases her teen years in all their awkward glory. To be fair, I think this photo was taken circa 1984/1985 which puts me at about 11-years old, so this falls more in the awkward category than it does the the teenage years category.  But I couldn’t resist showing off theContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (9)”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (8)

In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder. This is my eighth grade school photo. I kind of can’t believe I’m posting it. Can you imagine if I’d worn my blue glasses? You know what I remember about this photo?  It was re-take. I hated my first one. ButContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (8)”