In my darkest hours, I often retreat to the safety of my hall closet. I suppose the tight walls in that pitch black space cradle me like my mother’s womb and I feel held again. Or maybe it’s because ... [ Read More ]
Anxiety, Pouty of One?
My mom was in town for the last two weeks (God Bless her!) to play nurse while I recovered from my gutting. (OUCH!) For 24 hours straight, and 12 straight days, mom and I were together. That’s a ... [ Read More ]
I’m Happy, but not “Clap Along” Happy
I was a cheerleader for seventeen years and a high school cheer coach for ten years. If there’s anything I know how to do, it’s to fake enthusiasm and smile through defeat (Like the three straight ... [ Read More ]
Cracker Jacks of Joy
If I have a mantra for 2014 it is this: WORDS MATTER. I lost one of my closest friends this week and now it has become her words that I want to hear. I want to hear Andrea say once again, ... [ Read More ]
Hope Still Floats
Exactly two years ago, on October 1, 2010, I was rolled out of surgery and heard my doctor utter words that would change the course of my life forever. . . “It doesn’t look good...” What was ... [ Read More ]
An Open Letter to Myself
There’s this funny thing about writing a “Dating & Relationship” advice column ~ it implies I’ve got this whole “relationship” thing nailed down (no pun intended). HA {insert laugh track here}. ... [ Read More ]
Camshafted in Texas
“This is Texas. Change your plates or move back,” read the Post-It© note that someone stuck on my side-mirror a few months ago. “To hell with California,” it continued. “WAIT, WHAT? Why ... [ Read More ]
Messin’ with Texas
Wow, I have no idea how some girl named Debbie did all of Dallas when this one is just hoping to get a date in this state. Truth is, I didn’t move to Texas to find a man. I came to find fresh ... [ Read More ]
My life in nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds
When I enrolled in a local comedy class years ago, my desire was to learn in the class how to write comedically. I didn't. I did, however, have to perform ten minutes in front of a sold-out audience ... [ Read More ]
A one-eyed blog
My stylist is always telling me that I'm a "Spring." That’s super! Until, of course, the warm tones in my cheeks begin to draw unnecessary attention to the chartreuse in my bruised and scabbed eyelid ... [ Read More ]