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Enjoy this Disneyland mini vlog attempt that no one asked for 🐭✌🏽 . . . #disneyland #disneylandtips #disneyadult #disneyadulting

Don’t text me when you see this

Hard to forget, but here’s a reminder

If any of you tell Kevin Feige, I’ll deny ever touching the lasso of truth #wonderwoman #latergram #dcuniverse

…the photo dump no one asked for . . . Yesterday on @thetaylorstreckershow I told a little bit about the night I won Miss DC USA

It feels like a miracle we made it to Friday, but we did, and that’s something to celebrate

This has been and continues to be one of the hardest and most mentally exhausting periods of my life…I’d really love for God to chill and do something nice

…turns out I really do love the guy

Yea Coachella is cool but have you ever gone with your mom to do some weird Wizard shit? 📸: @suddenlysixtyplus

I wasn’t always friends with my mom… But my grandmother put us together. It was the last Good Friday we got to spend with her. We’d flown to Indianapolis to be with her in the hospital. My aunt needed a break before all the family came. So my mom and I went to the hospital. It was like the fog of dementia rolled back and we had my grandmother again. We laughed, talked, read magazines, ate lunch, and just goofed around. At one point my mom did something and almost broke the hospital bed. But there was a moment where she looked at the two of us sitting there and had a big smile on her face. Later after she passed my mom and I agreed it was a look that said “ok, they’ve got each other, they’ll get along without me.” Because the day my grandmother was leaving after I’d been born in a panic my mom said “you can’t leave me with her…she likes you, she doesn’t know me!” After my grandmother passed we got closer cause I think my mom needed a friend that knew her as well, and I did too. The greatest thing that happened to me was my grandmother reintroducing me to my mom and putting me with one of my best friends. It was and always will be a really Good Friday.

When it comes to theme parks…she’s vers 📸: @suddenlysixtyplus

Sunday is Palm Sunday and the start of Holy Week. It’s truly my favorite time as a Christian and the hardest as a granddaughter. I lost my maternal grandfather on Palm Sunday (I couldn’t tell you the date if I tried). My grandfather taught me to read using comic books because everyone had written me off for my dyslexia. So every Marvel, DC, Archie, or nerd reference I have came from him. He spoke my language and understood my mind. He encouraged my ambition. I lost my maternal grandmother on Easter Sunday. To love me or my mom is to love Ann Caudle. I’m her and she is me, as simple as that. They had the most powerful faith, so it doesn’t surprise me that they decided to go home on two of the holiest days. However, I’m sure my grandmother doesn’t let it go that she picked thee far holier day ☺️ …Holy Week took on the utmost importance for me when they went home.