My Facebook news feed has recently been all a-buzz with the latest news: Millennials aren’t eating cereal. Doesn’t take much to make the news these days, does it? Heavens to Betsy, we’re not eating cereal, and the reason the news people are up in arms is because the most common reason cited is that it’s… Continue reading It’s Not About Cereal, It’s About Entitlement
Think of a book, your favorite book. Quick, what tense is it written in? Past or present? You probably had to think for a moment. Nothing wrong with that. Any book that’s written well will be remembered for its content, not its perspective. Nevertheless, persist. What was it written in? Now what was the perspective,… Continue reading Am I Making You Tense? In Defense of First-Present
With the release of What Boys Are Made Of less than a month away, I’m excited to post the first chapter of it on my blog! For the next two weeks, I’ll be posting a chapter every Wednesday. Please feel free to read them over, share them with your friends, your enemies, that one neighbor… Continue reading What Boys Are Made Of Preview: Chapter 1!
I realized that yoga was not going to be the breeze I thought it would be when the instructor told me to touch my toes and I couldn’t do it. Standing there with my hair draped over face, I’d failed at yoga in the first thirty seconds. Stretching, apparently, is difficult. Due to my writing… Continue reading Breathing Easily as I Yoga Myself to Death
Writing only when you’re inspired vs. just doing your job is an argument writers hear constantly. We see it in advice posts from one side or another that inundate us with pros and cons. Un-inspired writing is forced and painful! Just sit down and write or you aren’t a writer! Smug responses about from full-time… Continue reading What Inspiration Is Made Of
My mother is reading What Boys Are Made Of. This is, of course, the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Readers, you might not have ever considered this, but writers, I know you have. Because what’s the only thing worse than having a stranger read your diary? Your mom. Oh god, what have… Continue reading My Mother Is Reading My Book, and This Is Terrifying
Recently I’ve begun to work out, and I’m sure that you can spot that this is a comedy post from a mile out. Let’s go with it. Recently I’ve begun working out. This decision was reached after I ran up our apartment stairs and found myself out of breath at the top. Now, I live… Continue reading Tripping Over the Sofa With Aplomb
I am not a romance person. First of all, I’m not good at it, second, I tend to scoff when the subject comes up. Not on purpose, just in a general pah-aren’t-I-such-a-cynical-adult way. Luckily, Husband and I are well-paired in life, because while I’m not much for romance, he doesn’t have a flipping clue what… Continue reading Romance Is For People Not Baffled By It
Way back last August, Husband and I got our second apartment together, and we needed furniture. Like, lots of furniture. Because we literally didn’t own any. “How can this be?” you ask. Pretty easily: we’d sold all of it in Japan a year and a half beforehand. I tell a lie; I did, last August… Continue reading My Coffee Table As a Metaphor For Life
I am told there are people who clean to relieve their stress. I am not one of them. Cleaning stresses me the heck out. Vacuuming? Dusting? Organizing? Excuse me for a moment, my pulse just sped up, and not in a good way. All my life, I have been one of those people who cleans… Continue reading Cleaning To Win: How Not To Murder Your Significant Other
Under-Paid, Over-Enthused 