In 1996, the Tamagotchi Pet came out and it was the thing to have. The level of care you provided for the pixelated creature would determine how it grew (if it even stayed alive). I spent an embarrassingly high number of hours feeding my Chi slices of bread; turning its lights off for bedtime; nursing […]

As you know, I’m not exactly immune to irrational fears. I’m a self-diagnosed hypochondriac after all. As a kid, a reoccurring nightmare fueled my intense phobia of getting kidnapped. One day, I told my friend and next-door neighbor, Kelsey, about this fear. Her response? She wasn’t worried because her home’s security system would deter the would-be kidnappers, meaning they’d […]

Years later, this uncomfortable yet hilarious memory came back to me. In the spring of my fourth grade year, I had my first introduction to sex ed via St. Catherine’s “Family Life” class. On the way home from school on day, just as we passed the Midlothian Turnpike exit on Chippenham Parkway, I abruptly asked daddy […]

A phrased daddy loved using was “scooped.” Just how do you scoop someone? You tell their story or news to someone else who they planned on telling before they have a chance to share the news themselves. Beating them to the punch, if you will. Daddy would lecture both Joelle and me for scooping each other and ruining […]