
You, Me, and Our Refrigerator
There’s a new photo on the refrigerator. I didn’t think much of it when I put it there. We’d just gone home from another party, another memory, and I put it there so it won’t get lost in my bag. But now as I walk past…
Keep readingWriting Prompt #1: Pick Six Words
I’m starting this new thing, where I post my writing prompts every time I feel like I’m doing a terrible job being a writer, which happens more often than I’m comfortable to admit. Anyway, I’m using the 100 Creative Writing Prompts from Writer’s Digest. All I’m…
Keep readingThe Man, The Myth, The Human Jungle Gym: An Open Letter to My Husband on Father’s Day
They say superheroes wear capes. Ours wears popcorn pajamas and a muscle tee with arm holes so questionable I don’t think it counts as a shirt anymore. When I married you, I knew you would be the Swiss army knife of husbands. Fix the leak, build…
Keep readingThe Truth About Grief: An Excerpt from My WIP
I’m currently working on a whimsical romcom, and I just wrote one of my favorite scenes (that may or may not make the final cut): “Grief sucks, sure,” I say softly, my eyes distant, voice lined with something even I can’t identify. It sounds almost like…
Keep readingIt Doesn’t Look Perfect, But It’s Full of Love
There’s approximately a gazillion other things I should be doing rather than writing this blog post. I should be working (like, actual adult-working) because it is very much working hours, and the data I was supposed to clean is still… not clean. I should be prepping…
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