I’ll See You That Trip and Raise You This Fall

I read lots and lots of things, most of which I can’t talk about. But I often notice that authors write about ungraceful main characters. I’m not sure if this is because the author is writing about his/herself via the main character, or if someone made klutzy cute and nobody told me.

Because that would be awesome.

If you might be a bit of a klutz, can I get a fist bump of solidarity? Thanks.

I am such a klutz, those “tell us your most embarrassing moment” is too difficult for me to accomplish because the sheer number of stories is so vast–how do I ever pick just one? Continue reading


When Collecting Unfortunate Events….

Last night I went to bed with my normal complexion:  dark circles under my eyes, some burgeoning laugh lines, and this disturbing crevasse between my eyebrows.  You know, the typical face of a 41 year old mother of three who spins way too many plates.  I woke up this morning to a pimple on my cheek.  Yesterday, no sign of impending acne doom.  Today, yikes.  How does this happen?  More importantly, why does it happen to me?  Oh yeah, I collect unfortunate events like some people collect hoarding materials.

Speaking of unfortunate events, here’s a doozy.  And it really happened.  As in, my collection of unfortunate events is more impressive than your’s, so neener neener neener.  But I must say, when you are a collector of unfortunate events, it pays to have a sense of humor about the whole thing.  So, feel free to laugh at my expense.  (Laugh track shall commence in 3, 2, 1….)

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