Hey, y’all.
How’s your Sunday?
I, as I will be for the next three weeks or so, am on my own for the day. Mr. C has qualifying exams this month, and then he goes to Italy for a week, so he is at the office studying and preparing his presentations.
The good news is that my MIL [...]

Back when I switched over to self-hosted and Wordpress, I left an awful lot of posts behind at my old place.
I’ve been blogging for almost three years now, and back at the ol’ Blogger blog, there are more than 500 posts chronicling my life with Mr. C and The Poo prior to the launch of [...]

Did you know that the Federal self-employment tax rate is 15 percent of your income?
Neither did I, she said, looking glum.

When I’m at a loss for words, I often turn to my bookcases.
Inspiration comes in the form of those who have gone before me. Authors whose blood, sweat and tears solidified into paper and binding.
I’ve always been a reader - strolling the stacks at the public library, clutching a small, yellow paper pass to lands [...]

Things have been a little slight around here lately.
I have plenty of emotional battles going on inside my heart - the strong desire to wrap my body around my daughter 24/7 in anticipation of having another small person to care for; the push-pull I’m feeling about her growing up before my eyes; and the future [...]

Here I am, at the coffee shop.
It’s early-ish, about 10:15 a.m. I managed to get up and out of the house by 9:30, leaving a still stuffy Poo with her beloved babysitter. I had a long conversation with my editor yesterday, and it seems she wants me to start writing again.
I have 15 columns in [...]

For the first time in three months, I went to my local coffeeshop this week to write.
I had every intention of crafting a post worth reading, not the crap I’ve been slapping up here lately. Instead, I called Mr. C and invited him to have lunch with me, and afterward I munched on a terrible [...]

I was in journalism school the first time I watched “All The President’s Men.” Already enamored with the idea of writing for a living, the sight of a gloriously golden Robert Redford and a very intense Dustin Hoffman working to bring down a government using only the power of the press was enough to seal [...]

There was a time when I believed - with all my heart - that I could be a writer.
Never a stellar student (working hard has never suited my temperament), I excelled effortlessly in English class. The books we read lit my mind on fire, the words and the stories taking me far from the dreary [...]

Oh, friends.
At night before I fall asleep, I’ve been composing essays in my head. Meaty ones, filled with imagery and universal themes. And then I wake up and the child and the husband fall on me, needing this, needing that, filling up the house with their chatter and their bodies and every single creative thought [...]