Me, Trying to Explain OCD to my Husband…

Me, trying to explain my not-so-bad-all-things-considered* OCD to my loving husband after I burst into tears tonight over a lampshade: It’s not that I actually care about whether the lampshades are straight. I don’t even like that lamp. That’s a...

April Writing Roundup

Last month I was fretting because I published very little. This month I averaged two pieces per week, which frankly made my head spin, especially since I spent one of those weeks on a writing retreat at a place with dodgy internet. Due to the number of pieces to...