Battling Baltimore
When you’re living in Chesapeake, VA, nothing says the level of your suburban street-cred like riding around in your minivan drinking a coconut milk, pumpkin frapuccino while listening to Tupac pregnant with your fourth child. Just thinking about that Fall 2016 moment makes me want to purse my lips and “raise the roof” at the memory. Sure I was going to throw up the frapuccino later and take a much needed baby-making machine nap, but I was determined to enjoy my short-lived, first-world luxury.
