Self-Deprecating Sunday (7)

In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder… So, I went home to Indianapolis for Thanksgiving. It was a lovely for many reasons. One of those reasons was that I found some new teenage photos. But also, I read some great books including Mudville, by Kurtis Scaletta, which youContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (7)”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (6)

In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward glory. If you thought I brought something special to the Eighties, this photo treats of what I brought to the Nineties. This was my freshman year of college, I think. I’d cut my long hair, dyed it black, found a poet’s blouse,Continue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (6)”

Halfway to Seventy

Today is my birthday! (Self-depecating Sunday will return next week.) I had a wonderful day that started with me eating birthday cake for breakfast. I’m talking HOLY HEAVEN ON EARTH chocolate cake. Now, I know chocolate cake is hard to screw up, but I also know that it’s one of those things that LOTS ofContinue reading “Halfway to Seventy”

Stories From Those Who Serve (2)

Happy Veterans Day!  It’s the perfect day to feature my next interview with a soldier. Today, meet Dwayne. We met in fifth grade but he moved away a couple of years later. We reconnected last year on Facebook. Oh, how I love Facebook. He’s been very helpful and encouraging as I’ve tossed my military questionsContinue reading “Stories From Those Who Serve (2)”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (5)

In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward glory. This one is for you, Jennie Miller: Senior Prom 1993. I got this one right. The last time I double-dated with Jennie at Prom, it did not turn out so well. (There was me in a strapless dress attempting to runContinue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (5)”

Badass Authors, Badass Soldiers, and Me

Not it. Not a badass. I wish I were, really. I’m afraid of bats. And mice. And hell, I’ll just confess it: I’m afraid of slugs and worms, too. I don’t know; obviously I can outrun them, but they really frighten me. In fact, at our house there is somehow some unwritten rule that JoshContinue reading “Badass Authors, Badass Soldiers, and Me”

Self-Deprecating Sunday (4)

Graduation Day: June 6, 1993. We were the Pike Red Devils. According to the crest in the photo, our school valued Honor, Pride, and Scholarship. And there’s me with my mouse ears. Gray Suit Guy digs it. The other women in the photo are unclear about what to think, and Podium Guy does not approve.Continue reading “Self-Deprecating Sunday (4)”