9 yo couldn’t remember the name for an English muffin so called it a French bagel. Same same.

My kids put out peanut butter and seed treats for the birds and whatnot, and now I have a crow literally knocking on my office door, cawing, and staring in my windows, demanding more treats.

My puppy, snoozing w her favorite lovey (the only one she hasn’t destroyed). I dare you to not smile.

I cannot listen to my 3rd graders talking about their “friends” without thinking all kids are assholes to one another.

Went to remove the fuzz stuck to my dog’s mouth—not fuzz, it was a bird’s wing 😳

What are the worst popup apps? I’m thinking the Weather Channel and TeamSnap, for starters.

At this point, the problem I have with popup ads on apps is that I then forget what I opened the app to find.

My yard must be the luckiest spot on earth: kids just found a dozen or so four-leaf clovers and one FIVE-leaf one!

Now, I am off to play the lottery (or query my WIP, same same).

This loss feels like the end of an era. So sad. RIP, to one of the best.

I just used a gift certificate to Whole Foods that I got when my triplets were born… Nine years ago. It only took me that long to get out of my house.

I am trapped in an exam room w my dog and her stinky stool sample bc I got the time wrong. Doesn’t pay to be busy and frazzled.

Why must every activity my kids do require 40,372 apps and logins?

What a gift to spend a weekend devoted to writing with these fascinating, talented women. Grateful beyond words to Jill Witty for hosting Jody Gerbig, Jenn and me. P.S. Saturday night was a rager - we did a puzzle, drank tea, and were in bed before 10 😉

I am so desperate for something to smooth out my daughter’s knotted hair I just bought something random off IG.

My entire WIP is in present tense, which I find makes working in backstory challenging, so I am reading Maggie O’Farrell for some good past- weaving inspo.

I don’t do “don’ts.” I find solutions to potential problems.

Have you ever woken yourself laughing in your sleep? My dog is wagging her tail in her sleep, which I am going to say is the same thing.

It is hot out, husband has window open, space heater on, and AC going. What is happening.

Because my kids are not allowed to eat in the family room…

Does anything make you feel more trapped than sitting on a tarmac, waiting to get to the gate, when your next flight is boarding another terminal away?

I found another writing buddy this weekend. So great to hang IRL Francesca Leader