When I was in nursery school, I had a friend who had beauty marks. I had moles.

A love letter to Richard Simmons’ finest contribution to the world of aerobic work out tapes.

Not too perfect, not too messy, not trying to be anything other than what it is. The type of writing a daughter will attempt to emulate for the rest of her life.

Instead of a girls-only-book-reading utopia, boys were invited. Bad boys were invited and shit was going DOWN.

Sometime in 2014 I shot off a Facebook message that basically read “You wanna grab a coffee and like, be friends and shit?”

Maybe we all just kind of bumble along until we die and then you’re just gone and you’re like “that was weird.”