The Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop is coming up in April, and there are four scholarships available for writers who win their writing contest. I’d really like attend the workshop, so I set aside my fear of writing contests and entered this one, my first judged submission in three years. Linking it up with lovelinks, my…
Besides missing Ehren, who’s been gone eight days now, and being generally bummed about my employment situation, I’m blaming this current malaise on you. Well, I am if you’re completely happy with your life right now and offering those stupidly sunny Facebook updates. Not if you’re neither of those. I’ve become much better at accepting…
Some of their complaints have merit, some don’t. Our little family is like the customer service counter at Walmart: we’ll take anything back and will find a way to write it off. And, like Walmart customer service, our family is run by a middle-aged black lady who likes her job well enough, but probably didn’t…
But then I took another sip of my coffee, and the feeling passed. My confidence as a short story writer took a knock-out punch about six years ago, and I never recovered. Tonight, sitting on my bed after a day of holiday shopping and while watching Care Bears to the Rescue, a few characters tried…
One at a time, my children are trying to either kill me or get themselves dropped off at the nearest fire station. In response to getting caught in a whopper of a lie after a series of smaller lies, Jon Alex tried the “I’m a fragile butterfly surrounded by vicious hound dogs, except for you,…
I seriously do not think I’m cut out for this parenting gig. I’m too lenient, I’m unstructured, there is way too much doing of your own thing around here. Nobody has to sit at the table until they finish their veggies. Nobody has to sit at the table, period. Whatever everyone does to keep the…
I’m thinking that must be why I decided to take on two blog redesigns in the middle of NaBloPoMo, curating lovelinks, Thanksgiving preparations, job hunting, gig procuring, two kids and a baby: I am at my most comfortable when I am ridiculously in over my head. My mother always says that when things are going…
