We do two Thanksgiving meals: one around noon with Bryce’s family, and one around 5:00 with my family. This year–for the first time ever–I did not eat dessert at either of them. Why? Because I now have two children, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I felt rushed, a little hot, and distracted. Continue reading “I Was a Camp Counselor. This Should Be Easy.”
Last Friday a colleague and I were trying to finalize a video script. It was 3:00 p.m. It had been a long week. We were a little low on creative juices. A dear Interactive Producer–who is very skilled at getting stuff done–stopped in. We informed her we were going to tag-team the script over the weekend. No more than an hour each or so. She asked, “Why wouldn’t you just put your heads down and get it done now?” My colleague and I looked at each other, and I know we were both thinking the same thing because we are writers: No. That would be…impossible. Continue reading “Writers Are Weird”
Dear Amber,
So, today Brandon asked me to go through your clothes and take anything I like. I’ll have you know I made out pretty well! Your red heels and your pink snow boots are in good hands. Who knew we wore the same shoe size? Continue reading “Dear Amber”
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