Lindsay Rae Brown
Lindsay Brown is a freelance writer who loves to give people a chuckle with relatable stories about everyday life.
A Chronological Ledger of All Those Who Have Crossed Me
For a 35-year-old housewife living in a small Southern Albertan city, I have acquired a significant amount of mortal enemies.
How My Life Has Changed After Becoming Vocal Famous
1) I no longer care for my family. I have more important things to do than menial tasks, such as providing a nurturing and safe environment for my children to grow up in. I have top stories to create!!!
A Lyric Analysis Of The Song “2 Become 1” By The Spice Girls
So, I’ve been listening to a lot of songs from my teendom lately because I’m a flawed human being and prefer to live in the past rather than looking forward to the scary-ass future.
How I Used Magic To Gain Fame and Popularity
I’ve always been a little bit magic. Not like, flying broomsticks magic, but the sort of magic that manifests from deep within the soul. I seem to be able to visualize things, and within weeks or months, there they are sitting in front of me.
When Your Husband’s a Pro at Pillow Talk
Sometimes I get absurdly mad at my husband, Jamie, for not being the sort of spouse I want him to be. I say that he needs to read my work more and support me endlessly in my writing endeavours. I obsess over the fact that I want him to show me more public displays of affection because everyone should know how much he loves me!
One Egomaniac's Plea To Be The Center Of Your Make-Believe Universe
Dear fellow Vocal Creators, I have a proposition for you. That is, if propositions are one-sided, meaning, you do all the work, and I benefit from that work greatly.
A Playlist That Pairs Perfectly With Your Tendency For Overthinking
Are you an overthinker? Do you find yourself waking up in a cold sweat thinking about the time you told your boyfriend’s buddy’s girlfriend that her man wasn’t at your house? He was at your home, of course, but you were too lazy to get off the couch and go out to the backyard to tell him that his girlfriend was on the phone. And then you were caught in the lie and had to explain to the girlfriend that, no, there weren’t any weird threesome shenanigans going on, you’re just a lazy asshole.
Five Tiny Tales of Trauma I Experienced on My Walk This Morning
1) My bra is oppressive. It’s a new bra that I was forced to purchase from the discount rack in Wal-Mart because my old one had developed this funky smell from wearing it every day for the past five years. Don’t you get all judgy on me! I know you do it too.