Waaay after 40, and it wasn’t quick, I’ll tell you that for nothing. So let’s get that out of the way because not even I can start faking that I’m this disciplined creative woodland fairy type, who wakes up at 5 a.m. with a green juice in hand, and joy all over my face as I look over my easily completable checklist. Hell no. Half the time I wake up mad that my bed isn’t steps from a sunny beach, and even madder at my mum for having the nerve to raise me with stupid morals instead of the will to just go ahead and do something strange for a…
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The Line Between Little Lies and Real Deceit
With the two-plus decades I’ve lived stateside, from across the merry ol’ pond, you’d think I’d be fully versed in American lingo, slang, and whatnot — at least among the amazing friends I’ve made during this time. Well, Luvs, you’d be seriously wrong. So, what’s a girly like me to do? I fake it, yep… yep. Kinda-sorta. The Scene Picture it, Maryland, 2025, and I’m deep in convo, and all is going great. Injecting laughs, creating laughs, and getting the full picture until someone throws in a term or catchphrase from their yesteryear, and all of a sudden, the laughter, for me, grinds a little to a halt. We got…
