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...

Ten Years In The Making

Ten years ago (yesterday), I met Walt in a coffee shop, a Starbucks, to be specific.  We’d found each other on Match.com and, thanks to our VERY accurate, buyer-beware profiles, had immediately recognized the synergies.  He hadn’t bothered to put a picture...