Oh hey, hiiii. It’s been a while. I wish I could say I haven’t written in ages because it’s summer break and I’ve been traveling, or taking a reading break (that’s a real thing writers do, right?), but the truth is, it’s hard to concentrate with a 10 year-old practicing her soccer rainbow with a … More Off the list
A few months ago, thanks to a nudge from my best friend, I responded to a call for writers for a daily devotional site that was in the works. In a few weeks that site will go live, and you can sign up to receive a dose of inspiration and insight in your inbox every day. … More Ask me a question, I’ll tell you my life story
I spent days obsessing about my clothes and shoes. I pre-selected my nail polish color and waited until the last minute to perform my very careful gel manicure so it would endure. I researched and almost bought new shoes based on how they might complement a pair of pants I was considering wearing (read: I didn’t … More Just in case.
Dear Glennon Doyle Melton, Can I call you Glennon? Glen? G-Mizzle? After all, even though you probably don’t know it yet, we are the best of friends, so although I refer to you as Glennon Doyle Melton when I speak about you to others, in my head you’re just G. After all, that is how … More Dear You: Letter to a muse
A few times a year–Super Bowl time and NCAA basketball tourney time, in particular–I start seeing posts on Facebook shaming “bandwagon fans.” And every year I get ruffled over this, and I start a post expressing my annoyance, and it inevitably becomes too long for Facebook and I abandon it and dump my complaints on my … More Circle the Wagons: Part 1
Have you ever purchased a birthday card for someone and then forgotten to send it? I do not mean you forgot by a few days, and you mailed it anyway, because it’s just a few days, it is still within the birth month and anyway, it’s the thought that counts, right? That is perfectly acceptable. I … More It’s in the mail.
In the interest of keeping up with what would seem to be an abundance of posts on my part over the past few days, and in an effort to avoid another withering look from the secretary, who apparently thinks my recent late arrival to and early departure from work are unacceptable, I am forcing myself to sit at … More Just to hear myself talk
A question for you writers: do you ever read your own past work with an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that stems from the conviction that what you are reading–this stuff from a month or a year or two ago–is your best work, the most you are capable of, and … More Neverending
I’ve decided to add a new item to this list every time I cross off another item, because the little stack of post-its hanging around my desk need a more permanent home. The drugs I REALLY need (as opposed to the ones my spam email claims I need) Clean-ness envy The Mebane House That unfortunate … More Twenty-five and counting
There is a classroom two floors above the office where I am now sitting that used to be an office suite. When I was an undergraduate English/Education major I worked in that office suite for G, a professor who is now a good friend and colleague of mine. I’m kind of glad that office isn’t there any … More My name is hd, and I’m a single drafter