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)”