Rednecks White Socks and Blue Ribbon Beer
2014-03-08
“Don’t hit that deer, Andra!”
“I SEE IT, DAD!!!!!!”
“Golly Molly, Andra. You’re gonna kill us all. I hope this restaurant is worth all this trouble.”
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Successfully and Gleefully Adverb-Free
2014-01-13
Back when I set off on this journey to write this novel, I had an appallingly awful writing tick. I used to gaze adoringly at words that end in -ly, those deliciously clumsy things called adverbs.Continue Reading
Must Be Some Serious Semen
2014-01-10
A long walk is a struggle with the boredom that comes from listening to the noise of my own brain. Yesterday, I did my first Natchez Trace length daily walk. Almost fifteen miles – after an hour plus power yoga session. (I swear, if my forty-something body doesn’t shed some blubber, my metabolism must have stopped.)
Anyway.
When I took a potty break, I whipped out my iPhone and scrolled through Google Plus. (Because, I’m telling you, the funniest stuff is always on Google Plus.)
I had no problem trekking eight more miles after seeing this:Continue Reading