Screaming Willies

After all these years, I’m surprised that the police have never been called to my house. Not even the night I screamed myself hoarse. No, you didn’t accidentally click on a Frisky Feminist post, I’m talking about something completely different ““ hypnagogic hallucinations.


The Summer I Was Seventeen

I turned seventeen in September of my senior year of high school, so the summer I was seventeen was the summer after I graduated from high school.  I worked for a day care center that summer, and it was my first job.  Well, my first non-babysitting job. 

Generation XX

It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World Wide Web

I remember sending my first e-mail.  It was 1994, and I was looking at a black screen with green writing, using a text-based e-mail system called PINE.