In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder… So, I went home to Indianapolis for Thanksgiving. It was a lovely for many reasons. One of those reasons was that I found some new teenage photos. But also, I read some great books including Mudville, by Kurtis Scaletta, which youContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (7)”
I’m thankful this is History.
In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward glory. If you thought I brought something special to the Eighties, this photo treats of what I brought to the Nineties. This was my freshman year of college, I think. I’d cut my long hair, dyed it black, found a poet’s blouse,Continue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (6)”
In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward glory. This one is for you, Jennie Miller: Senior Prom 1993. I got this one right. The last time I double-dated with Jennie at Prom, it did not turn out so well. (There was me in a strapless dress attempting to runContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (5)”
Graduation Day: June 6, 1993. We were the Pike Red Devils. According to the crest in the photo, our school valued Honor, Pride, and Scholarship. And there’s me with my mouse ears. Gray Suit Guy digs it. The other women in the photo are unclear about what to think, and Podium Guy does not approve.Continue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (4)”
I can’t believe I let someone talk me into allowing this photo to be taken. I’m the turkey that’s being held up if anyone was uncertain. Please note the ridiculous arm shelf and pegged jeans. Oh, and Brooke Shields called; she wants her eyebrows back. I could have saved this for Sunday since this is,Continue reading “Ode To Awkward Family Photos”
Welcome back to the third edition of Self-Deprecating Sunday, where young adult authors come to celebrate their young adulthood. Today I showcase my eighth grade year when I was cheerleader. You gotta appreciate the socks and shoes coordination. I’d bet my fingernails were painted orange and blue, too. Wait…is that the school fight song comingContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (3)”
If you missed the first installment of Self-Deprecating Sunday, then you need to start with this lovely post where I explain that I was basically pretty wackadoo in high school. It’s possibly not surprising I love to write for teens? Today I feature what I think is my junior year. Yes, when I was seventeenContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (2)”
Husband: All your clothes on the floor– Wife: I know, I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be bothered today. Husband: Hm, so you’re saying I should leave the toilet seat up.