Busted Flip Flops is a collection of this gal’s little life vignettes– from the nostalgic (there’s still a part of me pacing my childhood driveway carrying my Walkman, waiting for the DJ to play Karma Chameleon) to the current (my mother-in-law can work a bum leg like an Olympic runner if she spots her man-du-jour combing the beach) and everything in between. Observations of life and whatnot, old boyfriends, food usually containing feta cheese accompanied by Chardonnay, the way I say “Bye-eee” at the end of a rare phone conversation just like my mom, are just some of what I’ll be typing into the ones and zeros. 
And flip flops because they’re comfortable, they let your feet breathe, they mold to the very contour of your heel and toes, and they’re acceptable footwear pretty much everywhere in this kooky place I live called Florida. Plus they make it real easy to slip off at the movies or when you want to prop your feet on the dash.
They remind me why I moved to the sunshine state, my journey to get here, and the colorful people I’ve met along the way.
