So I stopped wearing shorts sometime around the late 90s/early 2000s. There was no real reason. I recall looking at myself in the mirror one day and deciding that I was no longer in PE class. Therefore: no more shorts. (Deep down, though, summertime and the meeting of thighs...you get my drift, lady out there.)Â Anyway, …
Zones.
It's called a comfort zone for a reason: it's comfortable. My mom occasionally tells me the following: as a child, she would sit me in a spot and I would obediently stay there. Not fidgeting, not itching to move--glued to where I was placed and never giving cause to worry that I would disappear (unlike my …
Fabu Fashion Tuesday: It’s *Springtime.
*Which means the weather is wildly inconsistent. Nevertheless, since today is a good weather day (sunny, mid 80s), I decided to dress for the occasion. Away we go. If you can't tell, that's a peplum top. I paired it with my favorite black blazer (Sears; don't sleep on Sears) because the OK Corral keeps the …
The One and Done.
Other than drinking copious amounts of champagne while watching the Academy Awards when I was 16 years old (how nerds "turn up"; we all make mistakes), This Square Peg can't make it beyond one drink. I was reminded of this during the weekend, when a friend offered me wine at a cookout. After a few, tiny …
The Chocolate Flapper.
First, hi. So last Saturday, a good friend of mine threw a decades party: guests were to choose their favorite decade and dress accordingly. Naturally, being that I love all things Twenties--the Jazz Age, Gatsby was running around (fictionally), and girls were bobbing their hair--it was a sure thing that I would arrive in my flapper …
I Volunteer as Tribute?
If you're talking about flying standby, then the answer is no. Sure, I'll volunteer for all kinds of things: bringing napkins and utensils to parties (not food; I'm sure the guests want to live to see another day); picking people up or driving someone to a destination; taking my sister's place so I can fight some kids for food. …
Throwback Tea-sday.
Look, a cup of tea fixes everything. It's a scientific fact. (It's not, but let's just agree, shall we?) The best part of my day at the OK Corral is getting up from my desk and grabbing a cup of tea at the cafe we have here in the building. Sipping that warm, vanilla-tinged liquid …
I Didn’t Forget.
In July 2005, my family lost my beloved father in death. Naturally, all things suffered because of this loss, which meant my overall desire to do anything. One of those things was writing. Significant because writing has always been my tool for dealing with personal pain; my longstanding avenue for catharsis. But I didn't want to pick …
Government Names: Random Memory #4
No, I'm still not going to tell you what mine is. Just know that very few people can spell it. By people, I mean most of the young women and men who work behind the counters of Starbucks shops in my area, in other areas, in all the areas in the world. (For the record, …
would you like a magazine?
When I was a teenager, the answer to that question would have been yes, yes, a thousand times, yes. Back then, I was a connoisseur of all things glossy reading materials: the goal was to spend every bit of my pocket money (the African parent's version of allowance) on any magazine I could feast my eyes …
This Square Peg. 