Just a little dollop of a blog post to drop some of my favorite “must-read” books for anyone looking to perk up their writing skills. I tend to dip into all different types of writing-advice books and craft styles, because I think it’s all about picking and choosing what works best for
The 2017-First-Toddler-Road-Trip was a success. That said, it wasn’t all rainbows and beachy California waves.
Today is my daughter’s second birthday, and to celebrate the birth—and life—of my little butterball babe, here are ten more things I’ve learned since we’ve both graduated to toddlerville.
Last weekend was an insane waste of vacation plans. It was to be our second time camping with our daughter SJ. We talked it up all month. Bought her a spiffy hat and a fleece-y jacket. Thursday, I packed up the food and got the gear ready to go. Friday morning,
I don’t know who just up and gave me a baby. BUT now that I’m approaching a year (a-whole-entire-year, GUYS) of being a mama and having a wee one around, I’ve come to some life lessons and realizations about the miracle of life. And being the sharer that I am (and
So I have an 8-month old and already I can confidently say she’s going to be the most well traveled baby this side of the Mississippi. I made myself many a vow while pregnant. Like I wouldn’t lose my edge (too late, my black soul is now softened), I wouldn’t
Tomorrow I go back to work. After three long months, my maternity leave is exiting stage right and I rejoin the land of adult conversation and no longer smelling like baby spit up. That said, it’s a bittersweet double edged catch 22 sword. Or something like that. Wanting to go back,
I’ve sat and stared at a blank word document for about 10 minutes. Wondering what to write for a blog. Thinking, “what did I used to write about?” and pulling up archives. Life, travel, books and fiction are among the majority of posts. And it’s hard for me to conjure up
Facing a fear is a big deal. Like wearing pleated pants or forcing yourself to re-watch that X-Files episode of “Home” one more time. Facing a phobia? Now that’s some pants-shitting terror. As silly or as severe as that phobia may be, that fear’s in your brain, ingrained like a parasite.