When I was little my mother would not let me get a pair of sparkly Mary Janes. Even though I knew they were the most elegant shoes on earth, she thought they were tacky. I think most of my neuroses stem from this egregious affront… Certainly my attraction to anything glittery is due to theseContinue reading “Fancy Footware”
A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles.
