On a Wednesday at precisely 10am after dropping the kids at school, I needed new jeans and ran into a store. Nothing screams Gen Z like mom jeans, oversized sweatshirts and socks in crocs but only worn by beautiful people in an ironic way. My middle aged old lady self shoved my feet into hideous fur lined crocs for comfort and warmth, ever thankful that the next generation leads with grandpa fashi...
Robyn and I have lived together for 12 years. We moved in to our city apartment on January 2, 2011 on a Thursday morning when my whole life was changed. She smells like the ocean, windy, salty and wild. Her art is bright and messy. She still doesn’t know I can see the bright pink splotch under the left couch leg. She plays her music too loud so I can’t hear her sing, and I used to think she never ...