“We’ll eat you up, we love you so.” So say the Wild Things in Where the Wild Things Are when Max is leaving the land of rumpuses and heading back home. Upon hearing the news that Maurice Sendak died, my first thought was about how I’d be reading this story to my daughter once she’s […]
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Okay, it wasn’t really a realization; rather, something about the day jogged my memory. Matt and I went to Disneyland for my birthday. His dad used to work there and we had a pair of free tickets, which is awesome because oh my lord how can anyone afford $90-something a ticket?! The sun beat down,
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I had a midwife appointment yesterday, which I know sounds terribly exciting to you all. But that’s not the purpose of this post. Rather, it helps set the scene, the mood, if you will. After learning all sorts of things about breaking waters, baby poop, and funduses (fundi?) we ate dinner at an awesome burger
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My back aches, my hips hurt, and my scalp is sunburnt. That can mean only one thing: I spent Sunday at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books 2012 with Matt and I’ve got to say, it was pretty great. Actually, I have a confession to make: I’ve never been to a book festival or
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I know this is a bit off-topic, but since I rant and rave about all sorts of things here that may or may not have anything to do with writing, why not share a little of my personal happiness? Here I am at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books on Sunday sporting a bump.
19 Weeks and Counting Read More »
This post might be a bit off topic in the sense that it doesn’t relate directly to writing. However, what I’m going to talk about directly affects my ability to be a writer. Like many creative people I know, I have trouble keeping my shit together. That is, the sink will fill with dirty dishes. The
UFYH, Or “I’m Making My Life Better, Damnit!” Read More »
I wrote a post last year about dolphins. I know what you’re thinking. How quaint. You’re making assumptions about me right now, aren’t you? That I like sparkly pink purses and put stickers on everything. You’re picturing unicorns and rainbows and dolphins swimming whilst laughing and rejoicing as their glossy skin gleans in the sun.
Damned Dolphins, Or Here’s Your Dolphin Pictures Already Read More »
Like usual, Matt and I forgot to get some things from the supermarket. Namely, cat food. Those fur-balls really pitch a fit when you forget to give them their wet slop and nuzzle and purr until you scream, “Okay, I love you, too, I’ll feed you god dammit just quit slobbering on my ear!” It’s
The Supermarket After Dark: Cleanup on Aisle Everywhere Read More »
Right before my wedding in January, my dad and I had a conversation about the suit he was going to wear to the big day. While all of the other males involved were renting suits, he decided to buy one. What follows is the conversation we had regarding the situation: Dad: Yeah, I’m going to
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I am 26 years old. My face has grown narrow and my body tells me I’m no longer infallible each time I stand (creak, pop). I’m a college-educated business owner. I’m married. In sum: I’m a grown woman with her own mind, wants and needs. Great right? Sure, only it’s left me wondering how I
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