awkwarding brings us together

I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing it. Please do it with me. (Not sexually.)

Wanna do something fun with me? Awesome, because I need help. Hailey has gone off to college and it’s left me feeling entirely unmoored. My therapist says that I need to fill the time that I had spent as the mom of a high-schooler with something positive for myself that is therapeutic and rewarding andContinue reading “I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing it. Please do it with me. (Not sexually.)”

Just to clarify, I was not in literal death match.

A few days ago I was very proud of myself because I actually managed to leave the house like a fully functioning person to take part in the San Antonio Literary Death Match, which I had accidentally tweeted as “Come join me at the Literal Death Match!” until someone was like, “Um…what?” and I quicklyContinue reading “Just to clarify, I was not in literal death match.”

On the other hand, I did inadvertently stick to the theme, so that’s something.

So there’s a chapter in my next book (coming 2021) where I talk about how the most embarrassing moments in our lives are the ones that really bring us all together and I wanted to quote a bunch of tweets that you guys sent me a few years ago when you shared your most mortifyingContinue reading “On the other hand, I did inadvertently stick to the theme, so that’s something.”

I’d point it out but it makes me too entertained when I see it.

This tip box is on the counter of a restaurant we always go to and every time I see it it makes me smile. Last time we were in there Victor pointed out that the spelling issue isn’t helping but I’d like to think it’s intentional because you read it and suddenly there’s a kitten telling you thatContinue reading “I’d point it out but it makes me too entertained when I see it.”

YOU ARE HERE is here! (Sort of.)

YOU GUYS. LOOK WHAT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! That was my excited scream. Sorry. Less than three weeks until the tour. It’s almost like it’s real. PS. Wanna see inside? View this post on Instagram LOOK WHAT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL. I may have cried a little. Please ignore my super puffyContinue reading “YOU ARE HERE is here! (Sort of.)”

Every Friday night. And Saturday night. And every night basically.

Every Friday night starts the pictures of friends who are out at parties and dinners and with more friends and strangers. I love to see them dressed up and happy but a tiny bit of myself looks at those pictures and feels like a loser because my anxiety disorder makes me run from crowds andContinue reading “Every Friday night. And Saturday night. And every night basically.”