'F' Word sign language

I Use the ‘F’ Word. Big Fucking Deal. It Doesn’t Make Me a Bad Person or Mom.

I’ve gotten heat that my use of the ‘F’ word will reflect poorly on me as a parent. One argument was that anyone wanting to find fault with my parenting and therefore get in the way of my relationship with my son, might use my social media presence (which often includes my favorite expletive) against…

Rules of the ‘F’ Word: Guidelines for Acceptable Use in Everyday Life

Despite popular belief, I do have control over my use of the ‘F’ word. Most people wouldn’t know it because they have this assumption that I always shoot from the hip and don’t censor myself. Like I just talk and don’t think about what I’m saying. While sometimes this is true – especially in person…

Just write

Just Write Some Words, You’ll Feel Better: Writing as a Practice

“Just write some words, you’ll feel better,” said no normal person ever. A writer, however, says this. Specifically, I’m saying this to myself right now. I’m alone tonight. My son is with his dad. It’s just me and the cat. I have no reason to not write. At least no good reason. So even though I’m…

Facing fear means digging in.

Facing Fear: “Art that is Safe Doesn’t Really Matter” to You or Anyone Else

On the occasion that I have twentyish minutes in the car on my own and that I want to make those twentyish minutes productive – and by productive, I mean, not let my mind wander all over the spaghetti-noodle-looking map of my mind. Sometimes I tune into a podcast called Helping Writers Become Authors with K.M.…

Having a Writing Lifestyle is More like a Relationship, Not a Hookup

Having a writing lifestyle takes commitment, effort, practice, and ownership. For all these reasons, it’s like a relationship. Or at the very least, it’s like any other lifestyle decision: establishing a workout routine; changing to gluten-free; joining a club or organization; introducing mindfulness to each day. I’m defining lifestyle as: a way of life or…

Just Another Writer but I’m So Excited to Call Myself That

If you’re here reading this, then I’ve actually achieved something. I’ve accomplished some sliver of a 33-year old dream-in-the-making to become a writer. (I know, like we need another fucking writer. Especially here where I live. We’ve got more writers percapita than nearly any other state.) And a writer needs readers. Guess what? That’s you.…