I think I was six when I decided I wanted to be a writer. I saw how much my mom and dad loved to read. I had fallen in love with reading. But something in me wanted to do more than just read the stories; I wanted to create them.
Every year I look forward to NaNoWriMo. It's my favorite thing. Until this year. On the 5th, I developed hives. I lost two days of writing because of itching, scratching, and being in pain. If you don't know, the goal is to write 50000 words in 30 days. That is 1667 words a day. Two... Continue Reading →
Why does everyone assume taking a bath is a relaxing event? I haven't taken a bath since I was twelve. I just don't see the allure of sitting in a pool of your own filth. You lie there for so long the water gets cold. You get all pruney. My bathtub is not big enough... Continue Reading →
I am a hugger. I love giving hugs. I love getting hugs. There are very few occasions when I don't like being hugged. If I'm angry, the last thing you want to try to do is give me a hug. That'll work out like a fart in a telephone booth for you. I'm a very... Continue Reading →
There are very few things that make me so happy as books. I love them so much that I started writing them. I was raised in a family of readers. I was raised around books. I was born into it. You may have heard me talk about my brother and my sisters. It may be... Continue Reading →
There is something therapeutic about animals. They love us whether we deserve it. We tend to look at them like little people even though we know their animals. We anthropomorphize them by giving them human emotions and reasoning behind their antics. We call them our fur-babies. Some people go as far as to have birthday... Continue Reading →
I am not a fan of puzzles. And understand when I say puzzles I'm talking about jigsaw puzzles. There is something about them. I just don't find them relaxing. There isn't anything that makes me happy about jigsaw puzzles. It could be that I associate them with my ex. He was obsessed with puzzles. He... Continue Reading →
I have a love-hate relationship with yoga. I love to hate it. Nothing about my body that has ever been considered delicate, graceful flexible. Even when I was a kid reach my toes I've tried several times to do yoga each his wound up looking like a National Geographic video of an elephant seal the... Continue Reading →
I know I've already talked about making art. Crafting is an art. Making things in is a craft. There are many other forms of crafting aside from drawing and sculpture. I grew up in a crafting house. My mom would tell you she was nothing special. She would tell you the things she created were not magical, mystical, or wonderful.... Continue Reading →
My body has taken years to achieve the shape and form. I was not born with this body. But, it is the body that I have now. And yes, there are some things that I would like to change about my body. Not enough to actually do anything about it. I will sit and bitch... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 