What Is Your Hair Identity?
I was going to write about the three main reasons America failed in Iraq: 1. We disbanded the Iraqi army leaving a bunch of 20-year
I was going to write about the three main reasons America failed in Iraq: 1. We disbanded the Iraqi army leaving a bunch of 20-year
At first I thought Lena Dunham (the creator, director and star of HBO’s Girls) was fat. I thought her breasts were underachievers. Her belly, with all
It’s Monday, in case you didn’t notice. I’m sitting here looking at this empty white page. It mocks me. “What do you have to say
Is it just me or do you ever feel like you’re losing in the happiness race? Like if somehow you’re not in a perpetual state
There has been some fuckery afoot. Henry walked outside yesterday to get into our 10-year old Toyota Highlander only to wonder, “Dude, where’s my car?”
I frequently think I’m a sluggard. I mean what am I doing with my life? Am I doing enough? Shouldn’t I be more intelligent, successful,
The Dangers of Volunteerism Here’s what happens when an ordinary West Los Angeles mother of two volunteers at her children’s school to teach the 10-Minute
The Alcoholic Hairdresser … who erroneously dyed my blond hair black, then blamed it on my anti-depressents, then had to strip my hair of all
As many of you know, I’ve been seen naked round the world of late. Starting with my first naked post Am I Really Fat? which
This story was featured on THE TODAY SHOW. I posted fine art nudes I took 20 years ago for an article called “Am I
Jealousy’s a bitch hound from hell. A bitter pill. An acrid taste in your mouth. And inescapable. Don’t even bother trying. She’ll track you to
Today’s Post is About Hubris Excessive pride. Posting nude photos from 20 years ago got me on the cover page of the Women section on
(Disclaimer. Some of you will read this blog and think, “Why doesn’t that skinny bitch shut the f-up?” In Los Angeles I’m not thin. But
There you are, you Empty Page. I face you now, typing fingers drawn, ready to scribble you into the oblivion from whence you came.
I keep throwing the Sundance catalogue away. Then it reappears, like something out of “Pet Semetary” First, I threw it in my bedroom trashcan. When
This is what I’ve noticed about trying to lose weight. I eat more. Here’s how it goes: I eat a brownie. I’m mad at
I coined a new word. “Debaculous.” Ridiculous debacle. I’ve been eating like eight reindeer. But can I really call it “Holiday Eating?” I’ve had the
Shopping Addiction Hanging The LolaHolly Shift out to dry. To prepare for hunting
I’m about to make glassy-eyed love to my Demand TV. The girls are in bed after I read the illuminating Captain Underpants to them, tickled, scratched,
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