First week of the FURIOUSLY HAPPY Book Tour and it’s been so amazing. Thank you! I’m always shocked to see so many faces there, especially since so many of us deal with anxiety levels that keep us from attending the things we want. And I totally get that. If you came or plan to comeContinue reading “What goes on tour stays on tour. Unless you have a blog in which case it’s all over the internet.”
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Where’s Rory? (UPDATED)
So. Next month my new book comes out and if you read here often enough you’re already familiar with Rory, the gloriously ecstatic and somewhat terrifying taxidermied road-kill raccoon who graces the cover. When you read the book you’ll learn all about Rory, and also more about how my anxiety disorder makes it hard to leave theContinue reading “Where’s Rory? (UPDATED)”
Rescue an animal. Let an animal rescue you.
My friend Anne is heavily involved in helping rescue animals and each year she makes a calendar of people with their adopted pets to give as a “thank-you” to anyone who donates at least $40 to Team Wheaton to help fund the Pasadena Humane Society & SPCA. This year I’m in the calendar. And more importantly, Ferris Mewler, HunterContinue reading “Rescue an animal. Let an animal rescue you.”
Saw this and thought of you
Text messages with a friend: Her: I saw this and it made me think of you: “Your true friends are like stars in the sky. They’re there even when you can’t see them.” me: Aw. That’s sweet. And sort of depressing. Her: How is it depressing? me: Most of the stars in the sky areContinue reading “Saw this and thought of you”
UPDATED: The post where I make it up to you. And then make things worse. And then apologize again.
Yesterday I went out to the nearby market because we live in rural Texas so we go to all the various country fairs and trade days because that’s what we have instead of a mall. They are awesome and terrible and I never come home without part of an iron lung, or a 60 yearContinue reading “UPDATED: The post where I make it up to you. And then make things worse. And then apologize again.”
Victor refuses to open anything addressed to me anymore
I have a public PO box, but I almost never write about anything sent to me. Also, I never check it, so twice a year the post office gets pissed, throws everything in one box and mails it to me. Last time, the most baffling package contained an actual kangaroo hand. No shit, y’all. KangarooContinue reading “Victor refuses to open anything addressed to me anymore”