I kind of stopped writing because I started to think that my stories didn’t matter. It’s such a ballsy thing to stand up and say, “Yes, my story matters. It’s important and…
writing an’ stuff
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The new phone book’s here! The new phone book’s here! Or, rather, my new issue of Uppercase magazine. You know, the issue that features a piece by me? Yeah, I’m published. Whatevs.…
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It’s a Thursday night, and our neighbors are having A Grown-Up Party. Luxury sedans line the street, and a gaggle of folks are enjoying their hosts’ lovely brick patio and brand-new outdoor…
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I just returned from the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. It was … amazing. I’d never been to a writers’ conference before, and in the days leading up to the conference, I was…
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I had the humbling experience of receiving two very kind, very generous e-mails today. Both messages lauded me for being an authentic, honest blogger. By “authentic and honest,” I’m assuming both of…
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I feel like the world’s worst blogger. Or maybe just the world’s worst human. I’ve been working like a crazy woman all week. As in, working late, coming home, then working some…
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It’s been Festival of Home Improvement here. Saturday, My Guy and I each ended up organizing our respective basements. It wasn’t planned – it just happened that the moons of Jupiter aligned…
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I have blogger guilt. It tastes like sour milk and shame. I haven’t been writing a ton lately, and that seems to reflect me in the three-dimensional world. When I get stressed,…
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Alice called me at work today. “I just got off the phone with Our Mutual Friend Who Broke The News of Bret Michaels’ Brain Aneurysm.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. I asked if he’d…
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I attended a little blogger meet-up. Ever feel like you just did not put your best foot forward, and anybody who came in contact with you was worse for it? Yeah, that…