I’m Tori, a Southern mom of two, loser of Quiet Mouse, fan of naps, and chronic over-sharer. It was a white-haired, stony-eyed elementary school lunch lady who first taught me about myself. She plucked me up by the V of my tiny denim overalls and placed me in the corner of the cafeteria. “I SAID STOP TALKING!,” she screeched, and to be fair she’d probably warned me one or a dozen times. How was I supposed to know? I was busy talking, old girl.
With my nose to the wall, fifth-grade Big Kids filing past pointing & giggling at the small punk cafeteria-shamed, I realized I’d reached a fork in my 6-year-old road. “To talk or not to talk? Stop talking? Should I maybe stop talking?,” I wondered.
Thus began a personal saga of Saying Too Much. No words left un-uttered. No stories left untold (and probably told again). The deep, worried breaths & glazed over eyes of my audience became the norm. “Tori, stop talking” took on the friendly familiarity of a pet name.
This blog has been saving the lives & ears of innocent listeners since 2009.
An advocate for honesty in everything from humor to heartache and a believer in TMI, I created this place to spill, chat, dish and discuss all things good, bad, cute & ugly.
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