The Hazards of Public Restrooms

You know how we were talking about honesty? I take it back. Anna decided to prey upon my weakened, vulnerable state and finagle me into telling you guys the Mysterious Tale of the Bathroom Incident. She obviously loves listening to me embarrass myself. And obviously, since I care nothing for embarrassment, I agreed. The year …

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Of Beaches and Bunkers: A Week By the Ocean

*returns from the dead* Well hello, my lovelies! I've been gone for... *counts on fingers* Yeah, let's not figure out how long I've been gone. Last week, my internet became so incredibly slow that WordPress decided to throw in the towel and stop cooperating. The week before that... Well, while you guys were waiting patiently …

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Bedrooms, British Flats, and a Book Dragon’s Lair // a dysfunctional bedroom tour

Newsflash: I'm not on top of things. I know, I know, that's such a shock. [insert disinterest blinking here] Seeing as I'm not on top of things, this week found me scrambling last minute to provide something interesting to post about. (Which, at this point, isn't much of a rarity.) So I sat down and …

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The Return of the Blogger (and some long and mostly boring obligatory life updates)

Aaaaand she's back! Really!! This is not another trick!!! *confetti and fireworks and glitter even though no one will ever believe me ever again* I told you it wouldn't be long before I returned from my hiatus, and lo and behold, here I am, bringing sarcasm and glitter in my wake. You guys are troopers. …

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The Enigmas of an Introvert’s Notebook

Writers are an odd lot. Yes, I know, statement of the century. But seriously. We wander around graveyards with the express purpose of stealing dead people's names, space out of conversations to contemplate which innocent character we're going to murder next, and hurt ourselves on purpose so we can "know what it feels like". (At …

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A Trip Down Ancestry Lane—ft. my mother, a graveyard, and a toy car

Last week, as life decided to pile up on us, mom, Anna, and I thought it high time we shirked our responsibilities and went out for a mid-afternoon Starbucks. We're really not lazy, I promise. (Well, actually, I might be, but that's a different subject.) But this time of year is our book business's busiest …

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How I Earned a Walmart Employee’s Undying Respect

Welcome back, peeps, to our weekly Thurs---er, Friday post. Today, I'll be sharing a strange and mildly fascinating experience that includes eyeglasses, introversion, and an Indian man. Woo woo. What some of you may not know is that my eyesight stinks. (To put it simply.) A trip to the eye-doctor has been a long time …

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