It truly doesn’t matter how long I’ve been a working writer, I still have days where I feel like I need to go back to How to Write Good school and learn my colors and …
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an Apple a Day
If I were a doll that came with accessories, in addition to a fistful of leaking pens and a few folded up print offs of no-bake pie recipes, I would have a single apple that …
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Dad
Morrison is a Dad now, as he was always meant to be, and I get the privilege of watching it, every day. When we first started dating, I had two too many glasses of wine …
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I can(‘t)
Whenever I have work put in front of me, specifically a rewrite of something I’ve worked hard on that involves the unravelling of that work, my process tends to go something like this: 1. I …
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peak peek lose loose
Morrison reads pretty much everything I write before I turn it in, especially pitch documents and outlines which I sometimes rush through. Basically his brain is the absolute best with streamlining, making things clear, while …
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39.99999999
Age is just a number, declared the woman as she turned 39, somehow still in her middle thirties, as middle thirties in fact last until the very last second of the day before you turn …
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Mrs. Foster-Keddie
Morrison surprised me (and Joe!) with a birthday trip Santa Barbara. I don’t know what was the best part, the fact that he planned it all and packed Joe’s things so I literally didn’t have …
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my brand
I have a brand, or maybe it’s my essence? Or a pattern? It’s Whimsical Food Accidents. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve stained myself or my clothes or an important document in some …
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Robot Assistants
Taking Joe for a walk early this morning, we were trailed by a Garbage truck, groaning and shouting itself as it digested its chicken bones and pieces of computer and documents and what sounded like …
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there’s no u in mom
I returned yesterday from my sojourn VERY excited to see Joe. I missed him like he was a new boy I was dating who’s just learning how to eat food. I thought about him constantly …