So my hips are precariously perched on the high edge of one of those wedge pillow things you see advertised in porn mags and fertility literature…
A Cancer Gift Guide
Earlier this week I realized it's 2018. Let the jokes commence: I'm a little late to finally putting the correct date on my checks, right? Just in time to switch to 2019. But here's the thing - in December of 2008 I was officially labeled in remission from lymphoma. Ten…
Labored Thinking
It's ironic, I suppose, that I spent most of Labor Day thinking about how to be able to work MORE and feel LESS safe. But that's what I'm trying to do. That's how you sell a book. At least, I think it is? And sweet Stormy Daniels on a stick it…