My 2018 Superlatives, in helpful list form.Read More
It's 2019 and BOY DID THIS GUY COME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL.
My sister-in-law got married on New Year's Eve day and it was so lovely and fun and joyful. It also knocked the wind right out of me, and I feel woefully unprepared for 2019. BUT ALAS WE PRESS ONWARD.
I got a couple of questions this month, asking if I might share a little about my season of depression. I wasn't planning on it, but I know this time of year can be so hard, and if you're depressed, it's only compounded by the holidays. It's compounded by social media, by expectations, and by our own mental space. And it's also, just on a very basic level, so annoying when you're experiencing it. Everyone looks so frickin' happy with their eggnog and their ugly Christmas sweaters and you'd rather eat a hair-and-mayonnaise sandwich than deal with humanity.Read More
Anyway, I'm brainstorming a project that will help fund our little monthly club meeting, but if you have ideas for things you might want me to create, that you would pay a couple of dollars for, you know you can always hit 'reply' to The Swipe Up and it comes directly to my personal inbox. Last month, I even realized that I had my phone number in my signature, so congrats to all of you who have my number now.Read More
It turns out what I thought was going to be a tremendous time suck is so much fun. I am loving getting responses from you all when you hit that reply button. Thanks for all your thoughtful interaction. It’s honestly a joy to “meet” some of you outside of Instagram DMs.Read More
For The Most Aggressive Theater Kid You Know, it might be surprising that I don't see a lot of shows. I think this is some sort of PTSD due to too many SETC and UIL play competitions from high school and college. Let me tell you, seeing four different one-act versions of The Laramie Project in one day performed by West Texan sophomores will cure you of a love of live theater faster than almost anything.Read More
If you’re not from the South, maybe you don’t know about the bastion of God’s love, beamed directly into our mouth holes, a little place called Chick-Fil-A. Chick-Fil-A is evidence that God loves us and wants us to enjoy fried chicken with convenience.Read More
All the things I loved in September, in helpful list form.Read More