Hi, my name is Abby Sugrue and I’m a loser. I lose shit. A lot. As Billie Joe Armstrong said, “There’s nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it.” Well, I’ve gotten very good.
James Joyce said, “Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world, a mother’s love is not.” If moms are our compass, why not take them with us? Whether you set off to explore distant lands or take a long weekend getaway, here are 11 reasons to ditch the card and flowers this […]
It’s only hour 4 on day 5 of El Camino de Santiago and I’m already hobbling like a sweaty, rustic geisha. The blisters on my pinkie toes have grown blisters. While Mike popped his, I stubbornly refused to so now they’re full of black goo. I’m considering removing my pinkie toes altogether or having Mike […]
Dating me is like dating a toddler. If I’m hungry, you pretty much want to leave me in a basket outside a church with a nice note pinned to my shirt. I blame my parents for giving me a fake sounding medical condition called Hypoglycemia (low blood sugar). You know that dizzy feeling when you […]