A Life Lesson, Brought To You By My Cats

We have a dog named Edgar whose whole raison d’ etre is to kick cat ass. Unfortunately, we also have two cats.  Peanut Butter and Mozart. Peanut Butter is a cat-hater’s cat. He’s got all the swagger of John Wayne, and the cool detachment of Humphrey Bogart.  Tail up,...

Finding My Wood

When I turned thirty, I was angry and unhappy, but didn’t really know it.  I figured that niggling feeling, the one I couldn’t really identify, the one that wouldn’t go away, was the natural result of having two little kids, too much time with...

The Cure For Resting Bitch Face

Most of the time I look pretty grim. Like I’m about to be caught doing something really bad. From what I understand, I suffer from Resting Bitch Face. It doesn’t matter that I feel perfectly fine, it’s just that, as an introvert, I live inside my...

The Kind of Girl You’d Warn Your Sons Off

One of the benefits of writing a book is the visibility it buys you.  Know that saying, build it and they will come?  Well, that’s bullshit. After all that hard work, you’ve actually got to get out there and promote the thing if you want readers, and/or...