The Win is in the Fight


I am an artist, first and foremost. I have known since the beginning of my memories that I was born to write. That has always been my identity. That has always been how I’ve seen myself. 

I glory in that. I wear it like a badge of honor. I have a gift. A real gift. I sit. I put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and words seem to appear. I see myself go through the entire process but in some very real ways, it feels magical. I don’t map things out. I don’t make writing a science. I don’t sketch before I draw my words. 

I love my gift. I cherish it. It makes me proud. 

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Sadie, Sadie


I’ll be honest, there’s a lot about being married that doesn’t feel any different Yet, at least. I don’t know how things are going to feel in a year, 10 years, 50 years but so far most everything is pretty much the same. 

Maybe it because my husband and I were living together before we got married. Maybe it’s because we’re not planning on doing the kids thing so this isn’t the first step in a series of monumental changes to our life. Maybe it’s because we’re both almost 40 and so we both either already feel like grownups or have already come to terms with the fact that nothing is going to make us feel like grownups. 

Maybe though, it’s cause I’ve already felt married. 

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If You Were an Alien, Would You Want to Live Here: an Alien Hypothesis

Worried E.T. is coming to use you as a skin suit? One courageous writer examines why Earth isn’t the Home for Wayward Aliens we fear…

I don’t work at NASA. I’m not a resident of Roswell, waiting for visits from above and beyond. I don’t know squat about aliens and this book has nothing to do with them. That’s right, nothing. Not one single thing. Instead, it’s all about us. It’s about human beings and how our behavior and lifestyle choices would look to someone peering at us from the outside. Would our eating habits make sense? Our mating habits? How about our fascination with war and God and The Bachelor? How do we as a species hold up under scrutiny?

To not read this book is to deny yourself an epic life-changing event that will forever alter the way you look at people, our planet and yourself. Plus, you’ll miss out on meeting your new favorite author — the one who reintroduced you to common sense and compassion through a cunning use of words and wit and taught you that the best kind of laughter is the one aimed squarely at yourself.

If You Were An Alien, Would You Want To Live Here: an Alien Hypothesis reads as a hilarious manifesto, set-up to be the latest in the world of cult followings and smack-you-in-the-face honesty that reaches inside of you and smacks you square in the conscience with your funny bone.