As you all know, I am an avid writer and an even more avid reader. And I read every type of book I can find, I’m not one to stick to a certain genre. But I owe my love for books to one man… Steven King. So, I decided I would tell him how much…
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 Google “How to delete browser history.” Good luck with that. Middle school is awful. For most of my life, I have believed…
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 out of bed, throw some food at her and then whisk her away to school. It’s lucky for her…
Read more
I was thinking about fire this morning. About building fires, exactly. My dad is a master fire-builder, splitting piney logs until they looked like matchsticks, layering them horizontal, crossing each other to make a tiny roofless house, newspaper always in the middle. Of course he talks the whole time, figuring the placement of each element…
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. Actually, my retreat was much less gory than I expected it to be. Also, less dramatic. No…
Read more
No one sleeps at a sleepover. Now that I am on the other side of 30, I can clearly see that sleepovers were invented by the Devil. I mean, what good, uplifting stuff happens at a sleepover? Unless you count the transcendental feeling of flying that is induced by 48 hours with no sleep and…
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 not much about what is happening in my life. It works for me, because my life is limitlessly…
Read more
When I was 4 years old, I came to a revolutionary conclusion: Ghosts are dumb. My family lived in the epitome of 1974 trailer luxury in a little town called Cottage Grove. I’m pretty sure we even had brown shag carpeting, an industry standard at the time. I was pretty young, and my little brother…
Read more
I don’t believe I have had such a hard time writing anything in my whole life. Of course, you blog readers are very special to me. I feel like we have already come such a long way together. Me, telling you all the weird crap that comes into my head. You, reading it and then…
Read more
I am definitely intimidated by you, you sneaky dogs. Every time I have thought about writing a new post I have given myself the willies. It is a little intimidating to write for people I SO want to make laugh (and impress, obviously), but I just don’t have the kind of resources to do it…
Read more
One of the questions I never get asked is, “What is it like to be crazy?” Well, I am going to try to explain it to you because I have a sneaking suspicion that is what everyone would LIKE to be asking me if they didn’t feel so self-conscious about it. Being crazy is like…
Read more
Wall ball. Handball. Whatever you call it, I know that suddenly you are back on the playground, just like I was when I walked by a group of 9-year-old boys hitting that big red ball at the park the other day. I remember that recess was the magical moment of every day of elementary school. However, the games…
Read more
