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…
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…
Life has come full circle and, in my 10-year-old son Jon Alex, I am now raising myself. I don’t know how my parents survived me because I sure as hell don’t know if I’m gonna survive JA. The moodiness, the emotional manipulation, the refusal to take responsibility for his actions unless taking responsibility has a…
…probably wouldn’t be very useful. The ink on my Matt Leinart post yesterday hadn’t dried before the Texans backup QB left the game and probably the season with a broken collarbone. I started to open my blog to publish an update since I’d taken the time to write about the game in the first place, then…
