I was sitting in my bathroom crimping my hair, staring at my phone, waiting for my friend to text me back about whether she was coming with me or not. Then it hit me: did I actually care what her answer was? I had already put effort into getting ready. I already wanted to go.…

This song was a childhood staple, the kind that played in the background of summers I  didn’t realize I would miss, I remember getting C’mon, C’mon cd when I was four just for this song specifically, it was all over the radio and I have genuine childhood memories of my mom and I listening to…

Harry Styles Didn’t Make a Disco Album. He Made Something More Relatable. There’s no other place on earth like the sidewalk outside of a bar. I’ve perhaps spent more time there, in fact, than inside the bar.  I’ve pressed my back against humidity-wet walls, let the night air cool my flushed cheeks, and tangle my…

First of all, Lizzie McGuire had such an impact on my childhood; my fifth birthday party was Lizzie McGuire-themed in pre-K. And this photo still hangs on the wall of my parents’ house. A “back-to-school-esque photo” when I was about 7 and starting first grade. It was taken at the mall by an old photo…