Author Maisey Yates gives us a glimpse into her teen days with tales of her inclination to don black, black, and more black. I spent some time wading in those waters…lets just say my dad has made every funeral joke known to man. Of course, if a person had any emotional depth at all, they would understand that a teenage girl must BROOD. She must explore the darkest corners of her mind, contemplate her existence and the reasons boys are so unbelievably lame and confusing. When that is…

Author Roni Loren is my guest today, discussing the musical landscape of the mid-90s. I adore the imagery in her post of the flowery dress and combat boots–that was my uniform through much of high school and college. I may have single-handedly kept Dr. Martens in business or at least helped them ride out the rocky late 80s. My daughter is thirteen and is drawn to eerily similar wardrobe choices, which amuses me. To her, it’s unimaginable that Mom used to walk around in creepers and black tights…