An easily accessible list of all my favorite funny pieces. Probably shouldn’t call it a “hit list,” though.
I intend to update this periodically as I come up with new material, so feel free to check back now and then! I’ll pin this list to the top of my profile, since no one is actually going to come back and check for new stuff of their own volition…
The tantrums? Nope. The snuggles? Sure. But you’ll know that when you see it.
Imagine this: a toddler melts down in the middle of a grocery aisle. The toddler’s mother is taking deep breaths, staying as calm as she can, wrestling her screaming child back into the cart while silently praying that no one will notice.
But of course someone does notice, and it’s…
If the audience cannot see the characters’ bones, how will the audience know they HAVE bones?
We have a limited costuming budget and could only buy enough fabric to make clothing in size 0.
We believe in representation for everyone, and we believe that the category of “significantly over-represented” is criminally underrepresented in media.
This is not a comedy, and therefore we cannot employ anyone we…
A humorous step-by-step for those unfamiliar with the wonderful wilds of this atypical grocery store.
I’m a regular Aldi shopper, cruising the aisles with my son almost every week now that I’m an independent adult who has her act together, or at least some semblance of such a thing. But my history with Aldi goes back a lot further — all the way to my…
How the BBC miniseries beautifully brings to life the heart of a novel that has captured readers’ hearts for a hundred and fifty years.
“But I don’t know what the words are. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you were happy once. Say there was laughter. Say what is true.”
~Jo March and Robert March, Little Women (written by Heidi Thomas)
Little Women was a benchmark of my adolescence, as it has been…
Does this phenomenon prove that my floor is so clean, you could eat off it?
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Andy enjoys eating directly off the floor, considering that one of the first hobbies he took up when he became mobile was passionately giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to the air conditioning vents. …
(But I hope that won’t happen.)
We got a Costco membership when Andy was three months old in the hope of saving money on diapers. He is now twelve months old, and we have saved approximately $433 million dollars on baby underwear alone, so I think the cost of the shiny card is worth it. I…
Short version: privacy. Long version: read on.
My son’s name isn’t Andy. But I refer to him by this alias when I write about him, because I want to respect his privacy, and because I fear it might embarrass him if the whole world found out I’d cursed him with the name Fitzwilliam.
(Kidding. I don’t love…
The mandatory “about” page for any new publication. Here’s why, here’s who I am, here’s how to read it.
If only my writing setup were as idyllic as this free stock image portrays! In reality, I’m frantically typing this on a refurbished PC laptop, balanced on my actual lap, as I recline inelegantly on a 25-year-old faux leather couch. I’m on a time crunch here, before my son wakes…
I was unaware of the Twin Towers tragedy when it happened, but it shaped my adolescence anyway.
I don’t remember 9/11.
I have no memories — not one — of this country’s most recent collective grief. I was alive, I was here, I was on American soil when those planes hit the World Trade Center, but I recall nothing.
In a way, I feel as if I…
