“Did you bring your mom?” “Yes! She's right here!” I said as I pulled a tiny urn from my pocket for all to see. ALL. All six-hundred attendees of the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. All who giggled and clapped as I held up the Tiny Traveling Urn that brought me to the Dayton stage.
In 2024, you read nearly 60,000 words delivered directly from my brain to your devices. That's a lot of words. I cannot thank you enough.
It turns out that not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. It turns out that, sometimes, Vegas giveth and taketh away. It turns out that some souvenirs are the worst, even if free.
The thing about resolutions? They often encapsulate the unrealistic yet we then beat ourselves up for not achieving them. Make them achievable. Sing when you win.
Happy six-month-aversary to What to Expect When You Weren’t Expecting!! In many ways, it seems like this labor of love (and hate) hit bookshelves no less than six years ago. In zero ways, well, there’s just no way that it’s only been six months.
Would you ever walk out of a relationship simply to avoid saying, "Hey, nice job!"? Before you do, ask yourself this: What am I really feeling?
I wish I had a Fast Pass that said “I started journaling a thousand emotions ago!!!!” so I could skip the line. One of the side effects of the pandemic was an abundance of writers - now flooding publishing houses.
How do I manage it all? The Zero Hours (and a little hustle).
