Tell them about the time you threw a party in high school and the sink broke off the wall.
She assures us that we’re never too old to just ‘play.’
When my dad told me to ‘play the field.’ No thanks.
Anybody who talks about how good the “good old days” were, either has a bad memory or wasn’t there!
Bringing your cleavage to the party. Your S.O might appreciate it but their parents won’t.
You’re really meditating. Isn’t stalking yourself just a form of active self-reflection?
Women who read know that we are all capable of attaining multitudes of realities— of living thousands of lives.
negativity is like potato chips— I can’t just indulge in one negative thought and then cap it at that.
Just like my mom is, I’ve found that I’m super controlling in the kitchen…
Throw a party— invite all of the boys your dad sent away/banned from the house in high school.