Car repair for girls

There’s nothing more frustrating than being a girl and trying to fix your car. This past month, my 2007 Jeep Commander had a bumper┬áthat needed to be fixed… and by fixed I mean, reattached to the rest of the car with anything that does not resemble Duct Tape. In complete girl logic, I just assumed…

A mother’s curse

When I was 12 years old, my mother cursed me. And I don’t mean she yelled profanities at me, I mean, she put a curse on me through my future progeny. I remember the day clearly. I was home watching ZOOM! in the living room. Remember ZOOM on PBS? It was an after-school show where…