Friday, October 27, 2017
Dreams come true: dog pee edition.
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My worst nightmare is having a house that smells like dog pee. Forget zombies or that dream where you're at the grocery store nekkid. Ha...
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Thursday, October 19, 2017
Me, too, or death by a thousand paper cuts.
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I've been a tiny bit reticent to jump into the "me, too" fray for one seriously messed-up reason: what happened to me wasn...
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Friday, October 13, 2017
Why I stopped writing.
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I kind of stopped writing because I started to think that my stories didn't matter. It's such a ballsy thing to stand up and say, ...
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Thursday, July 20, 2017
In which my husband's feet give me a mental breakdown in the HyVee parking lot.
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There was something in the air - the planets were aligned, or maybe there's just something about a 70-year-old's birthday party that...
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Thursday, July 13, 2017
All Walter does is win.
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It's time for America's favorite game show ... WHAT'S! IN! YOUR! MOUTH! Today's contestant is our reigning champio...
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Monday, July 3, 2017
Eat the damned pancakes.
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Food is what makes America great. I'm talking potato salad, your auntie's secret marinara sauce, ham balls, spring rolls, fajitas, t...
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Thursday, June 29, 2017
I am having a bloody mary on a Thursday morning and I don't care who knows.
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My Guy and I have been rehabbing a house. Not our house. Our rental house. The house he lived in before we got married, the house we couldn...
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