May my reaction to having a book published never be less than a tear infected, snot filled, scream fest.
What’s this, a recipe? I know, I never do this sort of thing anymore. Honestly, I barely cook these days, and sustain life via take-out menu. But, I need to talk to you about my soup. I got an Instant Pot for Christmas and took it out of the box 2 weeks ago, and haven’t […]
I know it doesn’t seem like it in my books, or on this blog, or on any of my podcasts, but I’ve been keeping quite a bit close to my chest. Namely, FAILURE. STRUGGLE. BLINDING FEAR.
I grew up in a time that not only had answering machines, but people genuinely missed your call and were eager to return it so they could speak to you with their mouths through a receiver. It was insane, but it’s all we knew.
Andy has been a coach for four years. When they first asked him to coach, assisting with Jude’s Catholic Youth Organization’s soccer team through our school, I was admittedly a little hurt.
I still get email pitches in my inbox every day. Do you want to try a sample pack of our latest diapers?
Sometimes I wake up and know from the second I take my morning pee, checking my phone on the toilet until my legs go numb, that I will not be fit for the internet.
You know that movie Blast from the Past with Brendan Fraser and Alicia Silverstone? Brendan Fraser spends his whole life underground in a fallout shelter after his prepper dad mistakenly thinks a bomb goes off in the 1960’s. So it’s now the 90’s, and he comes back above ground all WTF? What is this world?
I know, I just get back here and boom, I’m sorta gone again. But to be fair, I have a really good reason. My second novel just came back with final edits and I have two weeks to complete them and I need to breath into my paper bag.
The woods is a really amazing place to go if you have all sorts of inner turmoil and nowhere to put it. I’m struggling with moving, I’m struggling with my religion, I’m struggling with our country, I’m struggling with what I want to do next. I’m just a ball of conflict and angst, and I […]