Would you believe, Dear Reader, that I sat down in January and began composing this piece only to be distracted by life events and then failed to return to the project? Today, on this dreary February afternoon, while I hunker down during a tornado watch and try not to jump as the thunder shakes the house and lightning flashes, I’m attempting to finish writing this. When, at long last, you get to read this, we’ll likely be in the early…
November rolled in with a gust of warm air, a charge of excitement, and a frenzy of typing. There were late nights and early mornings, never a great combination. We reveled in virtual word sprints, where many of us learned how fast we could type when the screws were put to our thumbs. We partied at write-ins, both virtual and in person, and laughed until our sides hurt. We wrote in unusual places, some of which shall never be mentioned,…
Many years ago, when my eldest was a toddler, I stumbled upon a cute little picture book in the local library called, Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus. The illustrations were cute, each page only had a few words making it an easy read while managing a newborn at the same time. So, I grabbed it along with all the books my son had picked out himself. What I didn’t expect was having so much fun reading the book…
There are very few things that fill my family with terror, but I’m slightly ashamed that the top two things that send my family scattering are: me. Yes, me. Like when I’m making mayonnaise. Specifically the vegan mayo that swears it’s perfect and works and– Look, let’s not get too close to the details quite yet, let’s just be honest here. When my kids hear me say, “Hey can you grab me a can of chickpeas?” They run. Fast. One…