Monday, December 4, 2017
When your show and tell is a human.
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My husband loves to play disc golf. So, when we travel, we often find local disc golf stores. They're usually strip-mall affairs peopled...
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Thursday, November 9, 2017
Priorities and grace.
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I voted on Tuesday. You know, like a decent human. As I was driving up to my polling place, I saw a woman striding with purpose down the...
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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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