In which the YA author showcases the great and awkward of the teenage years. Today I give you a photo that isn’t as self-deprecating as usual (more great than awkward), but one that is close to my heart for the date in which it represents. Never mind that I’m wearing oddly-patterned stirrup pants. (Luckily IContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (22)”
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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 (10)
In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder. What, no one else goes cherry-picking in a fedora and sweater vest? P.S. If anyone is curious, that is a cross I was wearing. (And it was made out of wood.)
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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)”
Self-Deprecating Sunday (7)
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)”
Self-Deprecating Sunday (6)
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)”
Self-Deprecating Sunday (5)
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)”
Self-Deprecating Sunday (4)
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)”
