For those of you who follow this blog (and, bless your little heart for that!), you may remember the horrible thing that happened to Mark & I a few weeks ago. It STUNK and we were dreading the clean-up. Well, we dreaded it with good reason because Holy Mother…
A hundred years ago, and I say this with only anecdotal information so I am probably utterly mistaken, getting knocked up was easier. You got married (or not), had sex, and *boom* a kid was born. Now, naturally, not every single sex act results in a child, and some…
I have twinges. Twinges of guilt, twinges of fear, twinges of regret. Twinges in my heart. Not my metaphorical heart, my literal, physical heart. I am too young to die. But of course, that’s silly. People die…
I have been a fat chick as long as I can remember. And I have always railed against the stereotype that fat people are just lazy slobs. Too undisciplined to be anything but that – fat. I always worked hard. I’ve always taken initiative at my…
…sometimes, life is pretty stinky. Like when you have a few hundred bucks of frozen meat in a chest freezer and there is a really brief power outage and then two weeks later, you can’t figure out what that weird smell is and you start to panic that the…
Whatever is a writer to do when she hasn’t had time to read other books? Make time. Reading is an integral part of writing, don’t you think? I mean, seeing how others approach problems and plots makes me think harder about how I approach them in…
This week’s List post is the YELLOW list, a collection of facts about one of my childhood. This week’s theme, however, was harder to come up with. Favorite childhood books? Movies? Music? Games? Those will, at some point, probably make an appearance. But today’s theme is: Best Birthday Parties!…
I want to live forever. I never want to die. Yet… Sometimes, it does feel futile, frustrating, scary, hopeless. Life, that is. Sometimes, it seems like just curling up and dying would be a better solution than struggling through every single day. Worrying…
I have always believed I had a wild creativity, an insane imagination filled with crazy-wonderful characters and ideas. Sometimes, however, it feels like I’ve run dry. Not really. Characters abound. Ideas abound. But plotlines… they seem scarce…
Mark & I spent the New Year, as we so frequently spend evenings, together. We were hanging out, snacking on the traditional fare of salami, cheese & crackers, sipping (okay, we might have chugged it) sparkling cider, watching movies, laughing. It was pretty low-key for our first anniversary, but…