I was hoping I’d be able to keep this going a little while longer, but it looks like it’s hiatus time for me. I can’t say much about it right now other than my Day Job is in flux and I’m going to be too busy to blog for a while. It’s a good thing, though! I’m excited! I’ll be back to blogging sometime in the summer.
I picked up No Good Deed at BookCon the week of the release and brought it on vacation with me later that month (and then left it with the friends we stayed with because I loved it so much that I wanted to share it with them). I was unsure about the premise when I first picked it up, if I’m being honest, but I was hooked by the end of the first chapter. Goldy Moldavsky nails the feelings I’ve had for my entire life right on the head. I’ll get to that.Read More »
You’ll notice I’m just going to call you J throughout this letter—that’s because I don’t want to be the person who outs you as the idiot who told one of the most stubborn girls in the world not to do something. It wasn’t smart, dude. You should have known that it would only motivate me, that I would let it fester until I decided to write this passive-aggressive letter to you and post it on the internet. Luckily for me (and you, really), you don’t frequent social media. It’s for the best.
Let me bring you back in time, J, back to when we sort of knew each other, back to when I let you into a little corner of my universe and you stomped all over my dreams.Read More »
I have a distinct memory of a summer when I was in elementary school—I think it was the summer between third and fourth grade, but I can’t be sure on that. We drove from my hometown in southeastern Minnesota to the suburbs of Chicago for a family reunion on my mother’s side. I was a shy kid—I didn’t really like meeting new people, let alone hanging out alone with people I hardly knew. My parents knew that about me, but this one time, they didn’t care. They left my sister and I with some of my mom’s aunts and uncles (who I’d met but didn’t know) along with a bunch of distant cousins around my age and went to Wrigley Field for a Cubs game.
I rarely get political. I don’t particularly like to read people’s opinions, and I therefore rarely share my own unless someone asks. But I can’t stand this anymore. I can’t sit by and listen to people support a truly garbage-fire human being anymore. I can’t. There are only seven days left in this election. One week. And just this one time, I’m going to lay everything out on the table and tell you that I’m With Her, and then tell you why. You can take it or leave it.