I hear it all the time when they see my son’s blue eyes and his big happy smile. “He’ll be a heartbreaker.” I always cringe. This happens a lot at the pool. We spend a lot of time there in the summer months since it’s just across the driveway. People we haven’t seen through the…
I fear snakes and sharks. You know this, we’ve talked about it. But I also fear an embarrassing posthumous discovery. You heard me correctly. I’ve thought about this more than once. More than I care to admit. But the other day, when I went scrambling around my house trying to find an old college transcript,…
Recently I was relaying to one of my current besties some dating tales of old. This particular tale was of a time that I signed up for dating “nice guys.” Mid-twenties. I allowed some best friends of mine to set me up with one of their single male friends because I had finally tossed my…
*FIRST NOTE: This is the second post in a series called Breakup Subscription Boxes. It may do you some good to read the first post before diving into this one otherwise you probably won’t get it. While I had originally intended to do two more posts – similar to this one – it’s a lot…
Google “breakup subscription boxes” and you’ll find that these exist. Why do I know this? When I was preparing for my pitch event, I read somewhere that a potential question from an agent might be: what are your goals for the book apart from publication? At first, my drafted response was to launch myself into…
I think I swear because I’m Type A (TA for the purposes of this post). Type B people on the other hand are so chill about everything there probably isn’t anything to swear about. Consider the evidence: TA people (as I described in a previous post) can be competitive and all about the win; racing…
A is for Ally. A is for Awesome. Aries. April. Absolutely Ass-kicking. Amazing. A is for Awfully funny. A is also for Personality Type ‘A.’ And Type A people kind of seem like assholes (also an ‘A’ word), pushing their way around, waiting to have heart attacks. At least that is what I get by reading all…
I’ve gotten heat that my use of the ‘F’ word will reflect poorly on me as a parent. One argument was that anyone wanting to find fault with my parenting and therefore get in the way of my relationship with my son, might use my social media presence (which often includes my favorite expletive) against…
Despite popular belief, I do have control over my use of the ‘F’ word. Most people wouldn’t know it because they have this assumption that I always shoot from the hip and don’t censor myself. Like I just talk and don’t think about what I’m saying. While sometimes this is true – especially in person…
Over a delicious steak dinner, my friend and I were talking about my book. He was saying how awesome it would be if there was some kind of reality TV episode or something by which all of my exes (the ones featured in the book, not every person I ever dated) were invited on with…