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
Three years ago, I was preparing for a similar trip to the one I’m making today: flying to Scotland to visit Husband’s family for Christmas. The first time I did this, of course, he was not yet Husband, he was The Last Boyfriend, and we were both living and teaching in Japan. For our first… Continue reading I’m Going On a (Christmas) Adventure!