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  • I scored a ticket to meet Lisa Rinna, and now I’m spiraling—should I be the calm, bookshelf‑respecting fan or abandon decorum and go full Rinna—statement jacket, bigger personality, and the kind of clap that clears a room? Getting Bravo-Ready:I’m in full pre-meet panic mode—over the next couple weeks, I’ll be pacing between my closet and…

  • “Taylor taught me how to say my name louder.” Kindergarten me thought school was a magic trick; grown‑up me thought teaching was the same trick reversed. Somewhere between those two pictures I found Taylor Swift on a mixtape and then on a baby blue CD and then on every playlist that kept me from dissolving…

  • I have two “first day” pictures of school saved on my phone—one with a teal backpack and a forever‑wide nervous smile, the other with a stack of essays and the same crooked grin. Left: me, Kindergarten, 1991, proud owner of a teal backpack and socks that did not match the shoes. Right: me on my…

  • “I take pictures to stop feelings from slipping away.” I know, I know—it sounds a bit dramatic, maybe even a little “main character syndrome.” But there’s a gritty truth to it: photos are the paper towels for memory when life gets messy. When the days start to bleed together, and the details get fuzzy, a…

  • “I make pictures so I don’t forget.” It’s a simple mission statement, but in a world that moves at 120 frames per second, I find myself constantly reaching for the “Pause” button. That’s what Blank Space & Polaroids is: a collection of pauses. If you’re looking for a Taylor Swift or Bravo reference, you found…