teenage years

When I was a teenager, my mother had a habit of waking me up on Sunday mornings by asking what I was wearing to church. “Ummm, probably my pink Laura Ashley dress,” I’d say groggily. Mom would flit off somewhere and I’d rub my eyes and stumble into the shower, emerging fully dressed from my room an hour later to find her wearing a pink outfit that perfectly coordinated with mine.

I know many people have threatened to take away Pete’s “man card” in previous posts for various reasons. After he so graciously asked me to guest blog this week, I thought I’d appease the female audience and lower the testosterone quotient even more on Without Wax. Well, as much as one girl is able to do…

Things going around the blogosphere for your Sunday reading enjoyment.

I know; you probably think I'm trying to relive my teenage years since the blogging has been so spotty lately, but it's not the case. Other things have just seemed extra pertinent: family, music (Mudhoney, Nina Simone, and Richie Havens are my faves of this week), reading (Heat currently), story writing (look for The Wayside Bible Club, think Fast Times Of Ridgemont High meets Halloween, to hit