Photo courtesy of Creative Commons License from user http://www.flickr.com/photos/sincerelyhiten/ I attended a memoir writing workshop this last weekend with Nicole LeFavour. I have no real plans to start working on a memoir right now because I’m 31 and have a pretty uninteresting life, but I jumped at the opportunity to learn, to meet people, to write. She did a great job
Read moreI’ve had some amazing Twitter moments lately. Moments where authors I admire and who I spend hours pedaling products for actually talk to me. TO ME! It is such a crazy feeling when technology bridges the gaps that feels insurmountable. Here are a few of the moments: Nikki McClure is one of my all time favorite illustrators and artists. My house
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, One year from tomorrow I will stand in this spot and take vows that have been in the works since two years ago when Mike and I first met. We will marry three years from the anniversary that we started. You aren’t quite old enough to know what a year is yet. The only way to
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Dear Evan and Lulu, I spent a lot of my life waiting. It started at a very young age. One of my front teeth was stained the color of tea that had steeped too long. It was the result of fevers or antibiotics I had received when I was very little. It started showing up when I was about 7
Read moreDear Lulu, When I was a young girl, not much older than you are now, I used to peek out through a crack in my curtains waiting for a neighbor to wander by. When I did spy a movement I used to hurl myself against the window, furiously shaking the curtains until I slumped onto the floor. Then I would
Read moreEvan and Lulu, I told this story live in front of hundreds of people at Story Story Night (a storytelling program) 1.5 years ago. The them of the program was “Happiness”. I realized tonight that I hadn’t documented it for you to someday read when you get old enough to fully recognize how mortifying this all was. There is no
Read moreI want to write a book. I want to sit down at my computer day after day, or maybe night after night, realistically weekend after weekend, and write truths, or half truths, or things with no truth at all. I want to scream when someone tells me it matters. Cry when someone tells me it doesn’t. Keep going regardless of
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, I have your names and the date I found out I was pregnant with each of you tattoo’d on my forearms. It surprises people for a number of reasons. First, who gets tattoos on their forearms? Second, when they read “Lora Lu” upside down they constantly mistake it for saying “LoVa Lu.” Third, why wouldn’t
Read moreDear Mr. Zimmerman, I never thought I would be a kid person. I was never one of those children that pretended to be a mother. I didn’t dream of weddings, plan baby names, and I rarely even babysat actual children. I was the youngest child and I spent more time being coddled than I ever spent thinking about parenting. How
Read moreDear Evan, Seven years ago I sat down for a 4th of July dinner, ate an entire watermelon with a side of contractions, and stayed awake in misery for the next 26 hours until you were born. From the minute I first saw you I knew that I was in trouble. Not only because you were painfully beautiful and fresh,
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 