My mom got her first and only tattoo at the age of 9 in 1951.
No, she didn’t run a loan shark business, her grandmother did that. Or disappear cars for the Chicago mob, her father did that. Or mastermind a gang of hoodlums, actually that one is true… she was definitely the ringleader.
The truth is a story you’ve never heard. And that story is pretty bizarre. Continue reading “Blood Type Tattoos”
I love having my body worked on.
I don’t have a problem meeting a total stranger, taking off my clothes and jumping onto a table for a session. As I write this I realize it sounds like I’m describing a Tinder date (my boyfriend had better keep his mouth shut on this one.)
What I’m trying to say is that I really should be a professional body for therapists. Is that a job? If it is, please let me know so I can apply. Continue reading “Shimer Chiropractic: Make Me Laugh, I Dare You.”
I was 11 years old when my best friend told me, “You’d be pretty if it weren’t for your face.” How was I supposed to respond to that? “uh, thanks?” In reality, I didn’t know what to say because I thought I was already pretty.
That tiny moment ultimately helped define the person that I am today. Continue reading “You’d Be Pretty If It Weren’t For Your Face”
Women are used to talking about and dealing with body hair because we’ve been removing it since time immemorial.
What we’ve been ignoring is the need to talk about how to deal with our facial hair. Girls don’t get childhood lessons on how to shave their faces when in fact: females have hair on their faces! Some of us more than others. And having facial hair is nothing like having body hair. Continue reading “Shave Your Face”
That’s why I love history. I thrive on digging up and discovering lost stories and voices. Second, and almost as important, I am a performer. I love telling the story.
As the storyteller for ezjoLife I am the personality driving the story. I am a Comedian, an Actor, a Public Speaker, Congenital Anosmic and Rule Breaker. I put all my passions together in one place and created my dream job. Continue reading “Who am I?”