• Infertility is like a gopher.

    I’ve got a real problem with necks. A dear friend recently asked me out of the blue, in public, “I noticed you have all those bumps on your face and neck. What…

  • Stalking is fun!

    Remember that time I stalked my grocery bagger? Oh, wait! That’s ALL THE TIME FOREVER. Let’s face it: I love this young man. If you must know why, I am happy to…

  • When your show and tell is a human.

    My husband loves to play disc golf. So, when we travel, we often find local disc golf stores. They’re usually strip-mall affairs peopled by the disc golf world’s version of stoner surfer…

  • Priorities and grace.

    I voted on Tuesday. You know, like a decent human. As I was driving up to my polling place, I saw a woman striding with purpose down the sidewalk. And I thought,…

  • Dreams come true: dog pee edition.

    My worst nightmare is having a house that smells like dog pee. Forget zombies or that dream where you’re at the grocery store nekkid. Having a house that smells and that people…

  • Why I stopped writing.

    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…