In 1988, I finished my last year of high school. Almost 30 years ago. Yikes. I'm OLD. I have to admit, I don't remember a ...

Dear 20 year old Ness, Hello, dear girl! Well, actually you're a young woman now. A proper grown up. I know! You certainly don't ...

There it was. That sound. I knew what it meant. That ominous wail slicing through the stillness. It always filled me with dread. It meant th...

If I could talk to my wedding dress I'd sigh and say: "Why don't you fit me anymore?" To which it would reply: "One ...