Category Archives: nonfiction

When I first lived on my own, I knew there would be responsibilities that were new to me. With no roommate to lean on, the brunt of the cleaning, bill paying, and flailing through life would be placed on my shoulders. When I considered adopting a dog, I knew those responsibilities would grow even heavier. But I wasContinue reading “Wishing on a Poop Fairy”

It’s one of those enigmas in life. Well, my life anyways. It wasn’t always this way. I grew up on a huge man-made lake; weekends and summers filled with swimming, water skiing, and raisin-like fingertips galore! I lived for the water. While I didn’t live at the beach growing up, we visited every year. IContinue reading “Fear of the Deep Blue”

It never fails. Life is plugging along swimmingly and then one morning can set you back three months. The first part of 2014 has been great so far. My novel is almost finished. Relationships with friends and family are going great. Matt and I are doing well, in spite of the constant marriage talk fromContinue reading “Setbacks”

She wasn’t planning on even going to the party. She wasn’t up for it. She had a daughter. She was a single mom. She didn’t have time for a party. But she went and she met him. They were both divorced and in their mid-thirties. I don’t know if they were looking for love. He wasContinue reading “Second Time’s the Charm…”

I’m old. Now, before you send the mob after me, please let me explain. I’m really, truly old. I blame this discovery on Vegas. I’d looked forward to this Vegas bash for months and it was finally upon us. My friends and I arrived at the airport around lunchtime and saddled up to the bar toContinue reading “What Vegas Taught Me”