Category Archives: Becoming a Writer and Other Boredom

I Need A Crying Room…In All The Places

There is an old movie theater in our little town called The Ritz, it’s one of those places with red carpet on the walls and black and white photos of people in top hats attending the theater. It smells like farts and sadness. They also have this amazing circa 1950’s room at the back of […]

An Ode To You On Your 40th Year

Fact: I dread getting old. My husband, on the other hand, is thrilled beyond belief to be ancient and unable to control his bowels. He waxes on and on about the possibility that science will reveal a way for him to live well past the century mark. In my mind, that sounds worse than being […]

Welcome To Club Awkward

Miss 13 has a boy crush and he’s apparently crushing on her, too. This is all I can say about this situation because I have signed a ‘Right of Privacy’ agreement wherein my sweet daughter will cease all communication with me if I spill all the beans about her life on this blog. That being […]