Happy Endings (Not the Disney Kind)

My mom called me yesterday after reading yesterday's post.  It seems she is mildly uncomfortable about reading what things make me moist.  To be fair, I'd really rather not know what makes her moist, either.  And yet...I do.  So now we're even. Cue phone ringing in 5...4...3...2... Love you, Mom.…

Publish This Book

It started over lunch with a friend. Melissa is smart as a whip, well spoken, and deliberate with every thought and action.  But for some reason, she is still willing to occasionally meet with my grammatically challenged ass to discuss writing and gab about life in general. Melissa:  "I have…