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…

Here’s why I feel that where you read influences your impression of what you read.

I can just picture the outraged comments in response to this title.

“What, you think we need Goodreads to track our locations now?”

“You want my map coordinates as an auto-signature at the bottom of every star rating? Not gonna happen, weirdo.”

“It’s absolutely no one’s business where my readership…

The stranger-than-fiction (but true!) story of Caroline Newton.

On the day after Christmas, 1836, Caroline Newton demonstrated that “no” means “no,” in no uncertain terms.

According to Bell’s New Weekly Messenger, a magazine that ran reports of court proceedings, Caroline Newton and her sister were enjoying a drink in a London pub when they were accosted by a…

My top five pieces, a few lessons learned, and some tentative goals for 2022

I feel like there ought to be a “medium rare” joke somewhere in my title, but I haven’t quite found it, so I’ll just move on. (An important writing rule; if it’s not working, don’t jam it in there. This is also true for jigsaw puzzles and assembling furniture.)


Here’s why the inattention to costume accuracy in Greta Gerwig’s Little Women bothered me so deeply.

I had a lot of thoughts and feelings about the 2019 Little Women.

For starters, I enjoyed many aspects of the movie — let’s establish that right from the start. It was two hours well spent in a movie theater and I did not regret the price of my ticket…

It is Ebenezer Scrooge’s fault that no one wants to work anymore

Honorable Mr. Scrooge,

We are disgruntled. Dismayed. Discombobulated. We have demanded that our malnourished clerks look up every synonym for “pompous anger” that can be found in our nineteenth-century dictionaries, and wish to make each and every one of those known to you.

Ebenezer Scrooge, it is your fault that…

At this rate I’ll never need to buy a Stair Master.

Someone needs to invent a giant grappling hook claw thingy for parents to use when their kids throw things off the side of the porch.

“The PORCH?” you gasp, clutching imaginary pearls. “You’re letting your child play outside in this kind of weather? It’s December! It’s bleak midwinter, if Christina…

Amy Colleen

Historical costumer, fifty-cent-word purveyor, aspiring humorist, and Oxford comma fan. Books, women's history, & musings of a new mom. Twitter: @sewistwrites

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