Okay– I have to admit it. I was overjoyed when I found out that ZoomBoy’s concert was tonight–he actually relieved me of my political duty to watch the debates. I followed some of the Twitter-feed and that was gross enough–and I saw the highlights, in which Hilary got in some beautiful jab-hook-haymaker combos that made… Read More

I am aware that I have a different sensibility about people and education and unskilled labor than a lot of romance writers. I was never supposed to have as much education as I do. I was an ADHD child before it was a diagnosis. Nobody looked at me and thought “ADHD” (although now, I’m apparently… Read More

That I often ignore. * Don’t buy seasonal candy. It will bankrupt you. Ask me how I know. *  Yes, you WILL use all that toilet paper. *  No, you don’t need a whole new pot pan system. * Nor do you need new bedding unless that’s what you specifically came in for. *  Nor… Read More

 So, a few weeks ago, I was at a craft fair, and I’ve got SUCH a weakness! Anyway– I bought this adorable pink and gray sock monkey, who was going to be sent to a friend and apparently can’t be left alone with children. Meet fetal monkey, who embodies me, pretty much whenever I have… Read More

So, in January, this book is coming out. It’s a Dreamspun Desire, and it’s adorable and fluffy fluffy sweet, and short (they’re supposed to be less than 60K–this one is 55K.) Now, these books need to be titled carefully. By necessity, Dreamspun Desires are “tropey”– they are shameless about using time-honored romance tropes, moments that… Read More

Okay, it’s 12:07. I need to be up until 1, and I need 3,000 words written. I have 1500–let’s continue to write, even though we’re nodding off. Brandon walked naked to where he stood, and rubbed his lower lip with a thumb. “No. You love them. It’s family, Taylor. It’s the whole reason I’m leaving… Read More

Day: Wednesday Mood: Philosophical Pictures taken: This one, of the cat sitting, happy as a clam–or a cat, really– in the street, surrounded by turkeys. Because, turkeys, I guess? Whatever. Cat and turkeys. It’s a conundrum. Weather: Stunning. I understand we’ll get rain this weekend. Looking forward to that too. Kid moment: I bought them… Read More

Okay, so I have this green sweater–it looks a lot like my black sweater, actually, but it’s green, and I don’t wear it as much, but it’s soft, and, well, it came out of the clean pile and got worn . And like all sweaters in our house, it goes through a cycle. It comes… Read More

So, on Friday, we were at Oktoberfest with friends. “What’s Oktoberfest?” my friend Teresa asked. Yes, that Teresa, the inspiration for the mom in Lollipop.  I adore her so much, I’ve got no words. “White people getting drunk and yodeling,” I tell her seriously. “Oh my God–for real?” “And wearing lederhosen.” “What’s that?” “Leather shorts… Read More

It’s finally occurred to me that the little poppets are exacting some sort of middle school revenge upon me. They get into the car and say, “Mom, what did you do today?” Now, my days are pretty uniform, actually. Take Squish to school, T to the bus stop, the dogs on their walk– half a… Read More