This story only starts out like a horror story. It was horrible for me at the time. My boyfriend and I were celebrating our first Thanksgiving together. It was also just a couple years since my Mom died, a loss which had blasted a huge hole in our family. We scattered after that and had Thanksgivings either alone or…

I have a pixie with a side bang. My hair will never be below my shoulders as long as I draw breath. #PixieTilIDie

Look at this protective body language. He’s either bracing himself for Colbert’s interview, or he thinks he’s fat. Or both.

That is my worse fear. I work in a school and I'm scared half to death I'm going to get head lice one of these days.

Thank you. I don’t care about her dumb face, I care about her dumb politics.

Things to remember:

So, when I was in kindergarten, I wasn’t allowed to carry an umbrella on the bus.

I used to teach elementary art in a really low-income school district near Denver. One student, Franklin, was a third-grader who was homeless and living in a car with his mother at the time. The district and social services were aware and helping as much as possible, but mom was hard to work with due to some ongoing…