Just stopping by? Checking out the crazy lady? That's cool.
Want a sample of some of my most infamous, um, work? Can I call it work? I mean, I didn't exactly get paid for writing these. Also, I enjoyed doing it immensely. Who enjoys working?
I'm over-thinking things again, aren't I? You go read. I'll go call my therapist.
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| This is my tattoo. That's how serious(ly nutty) I am about my writing. There's a link to the post about this below. Read on. |
Why being fat and miserable keeps us fat and miserable
I get thank-you's a semi-regular basis about this one. At the time this page was made, this post is the first hit on Google when people type in "fat and miserable." Good, because it's all about loving yourself. And we could all use a little more of that. Along the same lines is Ladies: Size Doesn't Matter.
You don't like me and that's o.k.
This one struck a chord with a lot of women. Apparently I'm not the only one who gets some hate.
PORKrotica (AKA 50 Plates of Bacon.)
This post was read on the radio and will be published in an upcoming compilation of short stories from various authors. I'll also be reading it in New York City in the spring at a fundraiser. Details to come.
My Son Wants to Wear Nail Polish
This post was syndicated on the BlogHer website, and even got a mention on The Today Show. But most importantly, my confident little rockstar got people talking about gender stereotypes. I couldn't be happier about this.
Away From a Manger
What happened when my non-Christian children were given a nativity scene for Christmas. This is a classic post - well, as much as one can have a "classic" post when your blog has only been up since 2006.
And This is Why Gardening and Photoshop Do Not Mix
Proof that I am a very sick and immature individual.
If I'm a Bad Parent, So Are You
This was probably my first viral post. You'd think I wasn't the only one questioning their parenting skills, or something. Weird.
An Open Letter to my Childless Friends
I'm a parent. Some of my friends are not. This is for them. And maybe for you. Or your friends. I'm not sure. It's not like I know your whole life, ok? Well, unless you blog.
Today I Got My First Tattoo
An explanation of why I got "Maven" tattooed on the back of my shoulder. But really it's more about growing up, chasing my dreams, and believing that I have value in this world beyond "what's for dinner, mom?" (Although that's important, too.)
7 Things Never to Say to a Stressed Out Parent
This was a collaborative effort. Basically, I asked people what they hate hearing the most when they're dealing with parental chaos, and then I stole their ideas and wrote about it. Oh, ok. Don't get all angry with me. I told them what I was doing, ok? And I compensated them with immense thanks. My gratitude is a hot commodity.