So this is it. This is what all those women were talking about for so many years. Women like the old lady in the Wal-Mart checkout line who leaned over…

If anyone ever tries to claim that they wrote a book (or ran a race, or climbed a mountain, or won a ballgame, or or or...) by themselves, don’t believe…

Once upon a time—way back before I was published, probably before I even began writing my first book—I had a very real belief that there were exactly three steps to…

It’s no secret that I love words and phrases and expressions. I love dissecting them. I love orchestrating them. I love playing with them until I get them in the…

A few months ago and due to an extraordinary amount of pressure from my best writer friend Nicole, I took a test. A personality test, the kind made up of…

My youngest daughter came to me earlier this week and asked this question: “Can I get purple streaks in my hair for back-to-school?” It took me less than a second…

Last Friday, my kitten had four kittens. This morning, I buried the last one. My favorite. The one that fought the hardest. And I cried. I’ve cried off and on…

I’ve spent the better part of my life (let’s just call it what it is—ALL the parts until recently) caring about what other people think of me. Caring about what…

I realize the title of this blog sounds negative, and that’s because it is. Sort of. But right now, I’m feeling a bit that way—a strange way to be when…