Sex/Life, Self-Reflection, and Stargate Nightclub

Fifteen to twenty-ish years and a handful of pounds ago, during the first heyday of crop tops I can recall over my 43 years, (though at that time, they were paired, sometimes crack-flashingly, with flattering low-rise jeans instead of today’s Mom-jean Tweedledum monstrosities), my tanned, toned stomach and off-key contralto singing voice could often be…

Forensics (not Files), 1995, and today.

I’ve been a nerd for a very long time. And I’ve loved stringing words together for even longer. Back in high school, both of these self-evident truths manifested into three years on the speech team, where my group of like-minded geeks traveled in a stuffy Crayola green van all over the state to complete with…

About Erin …

I arranged all of my bootcut Lucky brand jeans’ colored labels in rainbow order.