Dinosaurs, Divas, and Direction
Famously, I came home from school when I was 3 and told my parents I wanted to be a paleontologist. (Now that I have my own...
Cirque du Celeb
The sky was a drab gray as our bus drove down the crowded London streets. I leaned my head against the window and stared at passing cars...
What are your favorite bands, musicians, or albums? (Pt. 2)
The Book Hey! Did you know I love to write? I know. I’m funny. Sometime in 1998, I had the genius idea to write a book coded with me, my...
What are your favorite bands, musicians, or albums? (Pt. 1)
Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahaha. I laugh because anyone who knows me knows the answer to this question. My love for the Backstreet Boys is...
A Tale of Two (or more) Toys
I am an only child. Despite my parents each having a brother and sister, I was an only grandchild. Only grandniece. Only niece. The short...
What was your Mom like when you were a child?
Note: my mom recently gifted me a subscription to a writing service called Storyworth. The company sends you a writing prompt about your...
The True Color of the Grass
Spoiler alert: it isn’t always greener. Okay, that’s not a spoiler. We’ve all heard the old saying, and we’ve all heard the old saying...
The Universe, and Other Expanding Things
When I first heard about the Big Bang, I thought, shit. That sounds bogus. All the material in the universe combined in a single tiny...
Eulogy for a Backstreet Baby Brother
Supposedly, more humans fear speaking in front of others than dying. I’m willing to bet, though, that this was not a fear the late Aaron...
A Very Biased, Very Backstreet Christmas Review
And now for something extremely biased. Seriously. The only way I could be more biased about this review is if I were an actual...
Hot as…
With my hubby being from Britain, we generally spend 3-4 of our summer weeks there visiting friends and family. People get jealous when I...
Princeton Pride
When I was a little girl- 3 or 4- I wanted to go to Princeton University. Not because of their renowned academics, but because they had...
A Love Letter to Eurovision
In April of 2006, I found myself at a gay club in London aptly titled Club G-A-Y because my friend’s friend wanted her to go with him,...
Patchwork Quilt
I didn't know I could quilt! I'm not using needles, thread, a sewing machine, or squares of fabric to craft my piece, though. No. I'm...
Tick Tick
Why do I connect with stories the way I do? They can affect me at a deep emotional level, eliciting constant, dwelling thoughts, giggles,...
Tornado of Time
Cuz, you know. There was an actual tornado, and my blogging abilities seem to have been sucked into an infernal vortex. I started this...
Balance, Take 2
Sorry for the long absence. I’ve just been sitting in my corner of the world overthinking everything. Seriously. The amount of blog posts...
A Rambling Mess About Editing, or How to Write a Book, Pt. 4
I thought you needed time to write a book, but that? That's the easy part. Writing is fun (amiright?). Writing is something people who...
My Other Ride is a Watch, or How to Write a Book, Pt. 3
Okay, so I've/you've (who am I writing this for? Who knows.) acquired the desire and idea for writing a book. Spectacular. Huzzah. Bully...















