Why is every activity for adults [fun thing] and wine? I'd love to paint and cook and craft, but I don't like wine. I don't want to pay for the wine and not drink it. I don't want to get the "WTF is wrong with her" looks when I'm the only one not chugging wine.... Continue Reading →
Late to the Party – starting D&D at 50
My son is pissed. "MOM. I tried for YEARS to get you to play D&D, and you wait until I move to New York to start playing?!" "Well," I explained. "I thought it was math. All those dice and hit points and stuff just didn't sound like fun." (Look, I'm a super lib flaming feminist,... Continue Reading →
A letter to my dead father
Dear Dad, Intellectually, I knew you were mortal. And your health hasn't been good for several years. It all started to go to shit when you slipped on the stairs and broke your leg. After that was a 5-way heart bypass. You never really came back from that. Though your scars healed and your cardiologist... Continue Reading →
How a lame comment and a case of mistaken identity torpedoed my job search
I didn’t always say everything that popped into my head. When I went to Kindergarten, the school realized I could already read like a third-grader (though I couldn’t tie my shoes), so after two weeks I was put in first grade. Where I became the smallest, youngest child in the class with the bonus of... Continue Reading →
Now accepting new clients
We took a couple-few years off to write novels (and were pretty prolific), but we’re ready to get back in the game. You need words? We got ’em. Words to describe your product or service… Source: Now accepting new clients
Breast Cancer, one year later
A year ago today I got a life-changing phone call. I had infiltrating ductal carcinoma: breast cancer. It's sort of a sad anniversary. I feel in a way as if I lost a year of my life (along with my hair, a chunk of boob, my fertility, and a few lymph nodes). But at the... Continue Reading →
The Existential Job Search
I've been meaning for months now to write a post about how similar cancer and pregnancy are. Basically, your body isn't your own, people are amazingly supportive, there is a ton of literature and personal stories of friends and acquaintances to take place of statistics and the unknowable. I was going to be much more... Continue Reading →
The magic of letting go
Yes, I'm one of those annoying people that read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. I started tidying (which should be called "throwing out") on January 1, and while I don't think my life has changed much, I've definitely learned some things. First of all, I am sort of bulimic when it comes to possessions.... Continue Reading →
