“Look, Mommy! I made bunnies! Which one do you like best?”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! You drew on the wall!”
“Look, Mommy! I made bunnies! Which one do you like best?”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! You drew on the wall!”
Kurt Cobain committed suicide 20 years ago. Only five years before that Nirvana was an obscure band touring and playing in dive bars such as The Sun Club in Tempe.
I have a piece of metal in my nose. It started with a kiss.
Just thinking about plinking awakens some repressed power fantasies.
I was potty training. He made that step stool for me so I could stand in front of the toilet and clear the rim.
The third time David said, “once in a blue moon,” Coach Perkins reached the end of his indulgence for the two of us.
Over the weekend I made my fourth trip to Arches National Park in Utah. The first trip was when I was nine years old, with my dad and my sister. I remember the hike to Delicate …
This song takes four highlights from my long, embarrassing, history of carrying torches, and tells the true stories of how each torch went out. (Names have not been changed.)
I ran into Mike “Bam Bam” Sversvold, the original drummer for the storied skatepunk band, JFA.
I took part in a challenge to write a song using only the chords Em, F, Am, and C.
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