“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.
Like many of us lately, I’ve found that within five seconds of opening my socials, I’m ready to throw myself out the nearest window. My feeds have become so laden with the political climate that I’ve essentially forgotten what the socials were actually designed for: sharing videos of kittens attacking paper towel rolls. Well, actually … Continue reading Sleeper on the Socials
What’s that saying? You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t shove its head in for a drink?
An empty wagon makes a lot of noise. Turns out an empty seat does as well.
The Solitude of Mourning: Where is everyone? They are right there. All you have to do is look for the ones who show up.
It's not that I've given up writing, but I'm definitely riding the struggle bus. I know this is normal. I've just suffered a loss - a loss that I've been dreading for most of my life but also have longed for in the last year. That's okay, right? To long for an end to my … Continue reading A Revisit: My Father. Oh, How He Has Risen.
If you woke up anxious this morning, you may be suffering from TikTok withdrawal. The anxiety will lessen the further TikTok is behind you and, honestly, it should be.
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.
Anytime I’ve taken a writing break in the past, I’ve lasted just days before the keyboard called me back. I’ve always answered the call lest whatever was percolating was actually the BEST ARTICLE EVER WRITTEN. Not this time.
Surely there were women in the workplace enjoying all the perks of progress brought by open-mindedness, acceptance, and ignoring gender. Surely. Except not.
