No Card for You: First Annual Holiday Blog Wrapup

I didn’t send you a card. Not because I don’t like you. I never finish my cards. Ever. Somewhere in the recesses of a closet lies a box of unsent wedding thank yous from a dozen years ago–I was so appreciative I wrote novels. I paused to include...

End of the Horror Movie

There’s that point before the end of the horror movie when nearly everyone is dead. You know they’re going to catch the bad guy, because why else spend fifty million dollars on a budget, blood and goring the whole set red? Most of the time at least one of...

I Can Do Anything I Want

“Mom, you can’t do that!” Um, yes, I can. It seems like I, once again, made an executive parenting decision that was unpopular to the crowd. Too bad. I started to think. I just turned 42. There is a whole host of things I can do now. In fact, I can...