If you’re lucky, you have people in your life who push you. Not, like, off a cliff (avoid those people) — but who push you to be better than you were the day before. My friend Amanda is one of … Continue reading It’s her fault I illustrated a book
There used to be a TV show called “Kids Say the Darnedest Things.” It hasn’t aired in years, but if you’re around kids, you get a firsthand experience of this sentiment all the time. Since I met my stepkids in … Continue reading 3+ME: Kids, making adults chuckle since … well, since kids were invented
You know how some dogs get scared when there’s fireworks?
Well, two years ago, that was me, as terrified as a puppy on the Fourth of July.
Ah, another glorious piece of plastic in my wallet. I’ve been meaning to get one for months, and finally took the plunge last week.
A library card in our “new” town. (Realize we’ve been in our apartment for over a year. I procrastinate.)
Couch. Coffee table. Fog machine. Disco lights.
If you took a tour of our apartment’s living room recently, these are some of the things you’d have seen.
It was a Sunday, and I woke up at 6:30 a.m. The jetlag from the honeymoon still hadn’t worn off.
But awake or not, I had no intention of getting out of bed.
The wedding happened. Leading up to it, I was excited, but also a little scared. What would my fiance’s kids do?
It was almost Mother’s Day, and I’m not a mom.
I never wanted to be a mom, actually. Girlfriend? Yes. Wife someday? Absolutely. But mom? No thanks.