I’m Slumming it Elsewhere
I guess it’s not technically slumming if the blog you’ve written a guest post for is actually classier than your joint, but whatev. Today, I’m over at Caveat Calcei, aka Law & Shoes, w

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night: Why I’m Quitting NaNoWriMo
“I’m a starter, not a cleaner,” she said, pulling a cigarette out of the flattened pack she fished from her purse. “I come in with the ideas, get things rolling, you know. I excite people, get them worked up.” I bet you do, I thought; even from behind my cluttered desk the dame was getting me worked up. “But,” she continued, lighti

Tell Me About Yourself
“I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road I once loved a woman, a child I’m told I give her my heart but she wanted my soul But don’t think twice, it’s all right”  -Bob Dylan You ask me to tell you about myself, and I feel like screaming, or running, or crying. I’ll start answering the questio

Rerun Time: How to Leave a Party in Ten Easy Steps. Or Maybe Fewer.
For your viewing pleasure, I’m resurrecting some old posts that might have been lost in the literary action. This story is mostly true, and paints me in an odd light. Which is to say, completely accurately. Years ago, I was invited to a party.  I’m not saying it was the last time, but it might have bee

I Lied to My Shrink, and Other Hazards of Breastfeeding
This post is actually over at Breastfeeding Moms Unite, written for Melodie upon her request. It was an honor to share it with her, and I hope you’ll pop on over and read it. It concerns – you guessed it! Breast