I squirm a bit when I write about my insecurities. Not because I am afraid of exposing myself. I’ve proven, over and over again, that I’m willing to share some dark or personal shit. I squirm because I fear writing about my insecurities reeks of begging for validation.
Tag Archives: Mock Mom
Sex, Lies and Scrapbooking
Just kidding about the sex. There’s no sex. Not here at least.
Middle Sister scrapbooks, or at least she used to. She does impressive work. I am the big sister and I’ve always taken my job of hanging shit on my two younger sisters seriously. I teased the shit out of Middle Sister for her Martha Stewart ways. If I am honest, I have to admit that Middle Sister has some gorgeous fucking scrapbooks.