It is incredibly easy to remember all the hardships that happened over the last year. The loss of job, the loss of dog, the loss of my no-pants writing gig. It’s easy to count the losses ...Read More
A couple of weeks ago, I looked at my Facebook author page and realized that I had close to 500 followers. Being a number-loving kind of gal, I figured that I would turn the upcoming 500 into a...Read More
Christmas is a funny holiday around the Willowsphere. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but there are stages of Christmas in my world that are fraught with their own peculiarities and dangers. This...Read More
Even though I’m a Mormon, I still get asked sometimes if I drink. As many of my religion would respond, I don’t participate in traditional beverages intended to loosen the inhibitions and ...Read More
My brother is single and upwards of 30. This is not a problem, really. Lots of people get married later in life. Indeed, being married is not the end-all be-all of existence. But, I have a feeling he...Read More
After doing extensive research with a number of double-blind studies, many lab animals, and at least 2 assistants who knew calculus, I feel confident that I have created a test that proves whet...Read More
Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned. It has been over a month since my last annoying blog confession. And feminine products are to blame. In my life, there has been a clear and obvious trend that I...Read More
 I’m gonna guess that if you’re reading my blog, you are no longer in middle school. Or, if you are, you have somehow hijacked your parent’s computer and are frantically trying to ...Read More
I’m not what you call, “A normal person.” My priorities are, in order: 1. My daughter 2. My husband 3. My writing 4. Everything else I wake up early, work like a dog, get my daughter...Read More
If you simultaneously thought that this was the stupidest title of an article in the universe AND knew you had to read it just to make sure I got everything right, you are in the right place. Welcome ...Read More
5 writers walk into a campground. This is either the set up for the worst joke ever, or the premise of a bloody B-movie where all the blondes die in ironic ways. I choose the latter, of course. Actual...Read More
Here’s what they don’t tell you at crazy-camp: being crazy sucks. My blog has turned out to be kind of a weird format where I write stuff that I think is kind of funny or interesting, but ...Read More