Family
in which i suddenly crave a slice of sausage pizza.
This is my granny-panny, Muriel Epting, and me. She was a master of holding bags, beers, and babies at the same time, obviously. She was always brunette, only going slightly gray toward the end of her too-short-for-me life. She was the Philadelphia Phillies’ biggest fan, and also Busch beer’s. I’m not sure I ever saw [...]
in which an elephant never forgets, and other such inside jokes.
This Hump Day’s Brunette is brought to you by over ten years of friendship. I still remember the first day I met Ashley Pino (she does, too). Mother dropped me off to the bus stop that was Ashley’s house; she still had her brown van then and declined my invite to stay with me until [...]
in which i paint with all the colors of the wind.
Yesterday, my little Meeko was put to sleep. I didn’t have the chance to say “goodbye” to him one last time, and I didn’t even know it was happening until mother updated her Facebook status with the news that it had already been done. He’d been in bad shape for some time (“going” wherever he [...]
in which i just like how he’s always leaning. against stuff. he leans great.
I planned on dedicating the month of March to an entirely different Ginger, but with my recent reacquaintance and, therefore, re-obsession with My So-Called Life, I couldn’t bear putting this off another month. Especially since I’m only a few episodes away from its series finale; by the time April gets here, my excitement over Angela [...]
in which two blogs and a band walk into a bar.
Just wanted to take a little break from the monotony of celebrity crushes – and random insights to how much I don’t like myself sometimes, I guess? – to introduce you, reader, to a few of my real-life buddies. I’ll probably make this a semi-regular thing, as I’ve got loads of friends (seven) with goodness [...]