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Prince- Musicology Album, 2004

This morning I woke up with an email from my mom, with a link to a New York Times article, that had a video montage of interviews and recordings of Prince in his studio, and performing.

As it always does, anytime I focus in on Prince for any length of time, I get emotional and so I sat in my bed for a few minutes, watching the 9 minute video and letting tears roll down my face (as I write this, I am crying again). He was so beautiful, and brilliant and such a quiet tornado of energy.

I remember…


You know what I’m not here for? Guilt tripping.
I thought about scheduling this post for tomorrow, since perhaps this is not the right message to send on Thanksgiving. It’s a little snarky.

BUT.

I bet there are some people who are dealing with this very subject today, whether it’s because they chose not to travel due to COVID, or if just the same old family bullshit is rearing its ugly head. So, if you’re dealing with this today, I feel for you. Stay strong.

I’m a bit more sensitive to it since I was put through the ringer with…


Back in the early 2000s when I was dancing, the topic of self-care hadn’t exploded yet. Things like mani/pedis, and massages were around, of course, but there wasn’t the proliferation of self-care blogs and businesses like there is now.

My version of self-care back then was to go tanning (eek, I know) and to get my nails done. I lived for the heated plastic bag shoulder massage that you would get from the technician while your nails dried- my word, is that such a simple but amazing technique. (I was calling them trashbags, which they really were but plastic bag…


I was terrified when I went to my first bachelor party.

I had been dancing for about three months, when I went on my first party, with the head girl at the club, whom we called ‘Mama’. She was like our unofficial house mom. I’m grateful that they sent me with her, as she was great at getting the guys to tip, but she didn’t put up with any bullshit from the guys.

The bachelor party was at a country bar, a low slung porch, a long ass bar and a big dance floor. The parking lot was full of…


You know what I’m not here for? Guilt tripping.
I thought about scheduling this post for tomorrow, since perhaps this is not the right message to send on Thanksgiving. It’s a little snarky.

BUT.

I bet there are some people who are dealing with this very subject today, whether it’s because they chose not to travel due to COVID, or if just the same old family bullshit is rearing its ugly head. So, if you’re dealing with this today, I feel for you. Stay strong.

I’m a bit more sensitive to it since I was put through the ringer with…


I am in my early thirties, and I don’t have any children. I don’t want any. Neither does my husband, which is fortunate for our relationship.

There are many reasons I advocate for a childless existence, but let’s start at the beginning:

The idea of getting pregnant, and having some living, moving, growing being inside of me, totally freaks me out. It’s such a foreign concept to me- one that I can’t wrap my mind around, and I don’t want to. You know how some people plan out their families from a young age- “I want to have a girl…

Amelia Kirk

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