Today, I was ironing J. a shirt for work and listening to “Sister Kate” by The Ditty Bops. I love them. Go listen to them now. If I could shake it like my sister Kate, Shake it like a bowl of jelly on a plate My mama wanted to know last night How sister Kate Read more >>

From Josh’s grandmother, the Arkansas mystic who calls me sugar and makes no bones about the fact that Josh is her favourite grandbaby – “We were all brought into this world kindly broke, and we’ll go out the same way unless we’re rich in love and family and friends” This was just the first thing Read more >>

It just feels so good to live honestly. I hid out on the front porch I laid up in my mind I looked for me a love The best one I could find He got himself a ticket On an international flight Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s Read more >>

Sarah, thank you for this. – Watching the Princess Bride on Showtime five thousand times while I read and re-read Jane Eyre and sipped at various punch concoctions I practiced with the cooking shows. I was eight. – Sneaking into the pool with other families because I was too young to get in by myself. Read more >>

Just heard from my author, he loves the cover and J.’s blurb, which I had been fretting over. And my author loves it. Thank heavens.

Happy Solstice. (Solstice moon, 9:38 pm)

Utopian.net is publishing its first book this month, Kenneth Tindall’s Great Heads. Up until now, we’ve referred to the imprint as Pomegranate Crown Press, but there are two other companies with similar names. We are short of ideas.

I have had approx. twenty minutes of feeling good since I returned from California, and two and half weeks of tension and stress. After yet another sleepless night, I called in sick to the day job this morning and am just catching up on work and planning on popping a Benadryl and sleeping later this Read more >>

I went to bed early last night to make up for the fact that I had only slept an hour the night before. Toward morning, I began dreaming lucidly about a magnificent house. It started out with Josh and I buying the house, and taking inventory of the rooms, but as we travelled upward on Read more >>

Two years ago, I was working at a Starbucks thirty minutes from a large military base. Young boys and girls, younger than my early-twenties emo-barista self, would come inside the cafe in camo and get gigantic drinks and make relieved small talk with us. We would flirt with the boys and get their numbers and Read more >>