By Nina Storey- My adventures as a singer, songwriter, touring musician, comic book nerd, painfully awkward child, less painful, but equally awkward adult, and my indefatigable desire to navigate life's sometimes bumpy but extraordinary roads.
I’ve become that weird single lady who uses a special pillow for her buttocks. As I sit here decluttering a corner of my house, I’ve had some important Saturday realizations. First off, I don’t know about you, but over the past two years, I’ve done more sitting than a Las Vegas poker player constipated from the hotel buffet.
Read More I’ve become that weird single lady who uses a special pillow for her buttocksFrom time to time I have dreams of Peyton Manning pulling me into a power hug while in a confined space such as a small kitchen or an elevator in a second-tier Las Vegas resort. And in that moment, when my head is pressed firmly into his larger-than-life, Superbowl-winning, Hall-Of-Fame, most-seasons-with-at-least-4000-passing-yards, chest cavity, I feel all my worries completely disappear.
Read More Woman Seeking TorsoYou know how people say when someone starts day-drinking, it’s a red flag for depression. My version of that has been, day watching. Lately, you can find me mid-day, binge-watching old episodes of Star Trek while eating burnt home-made cookies.
Read More Aim For The MiddleToday I am grateful for my thumbs. When language escapes me, my thumbs are there to pick up the slack. I am grateful for disposable contacts that allow me to see every day. Without them, I’d be left wandering around with my thumbs in the air.
Read More more than a turkeyI may or may not have eaten a stick of butter yesterday.
Read More I Feel Good About Myself
Strangely Optimistic 