My first kiss was from a knight. I was 10. We were on a date – with 500 others – at that famously romantic establishment: Medieval Times. The yellow knight and I locked eyes. I can still feel them penetrating my soul. Then, as if in slow motion, my knight reached down into his pouch,Continue reading “Tongue Hockey”
A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles.
