I Don’t Think I’ll Ever Write That Novel
I still have dozens of word docs I abandoned in my early twenties in my Google Drive or on my hard drive.
Yet Another Confession About Weddings
I laughed at these wedding magazines, and implicitly, at the women who read them, until this year.
Confessions of a Murder Junkie
At least you aren’t sweating bullets because you put one through a relation on the very afternoon Hercule Poirot stopped by.
Broadway Performers are Amazing, and So Are Your Neighbors
I have never felt lacking in amazing theatre, and neither should you.
I Want To Be Superman
As cheesy as it sounds, I sometimes ask myself, “What would Superman do?”
Confessions of Someone With a Unique Name
I relished when a substitute teacher would do roll call and I’d prepare to say, “It’s pronounced ‘Carlisle’.”
Confessions of an Amoeba Pringle Man
My fourth confession: I don’t talk about this.
Confessions of a Professional Bridesmaid
My fellow bridesmaids call me Mary Poppins for my bag full of supplies.
Compulsive Confessions
Confession, and the elements that make up Reconciliation, became my safety net.
Confessions of a PBS Kid
We would secretly memorize Wild Kratt facts so we could regurgitate them to our parents at our next zoo visit, acting as if we’d always known that otters could be up to six feet long.
