Thanks for having me before the Internet could ruin my childhood.
Not that I need a special day of the year to be a narcissistic, self-promoting fame whore.
Mother’s Day is a sobering reminder that I have children.
Teaching a humor writing workshop tonight @writerscenter. Register here (left column) if you'd like to be funnier: www.writer.org/
Yesterday at 11:37 am
Jesus regrets dying for you.
As long as you keep loving me I can keep hiding my crazy.
Time to discover which elf was up to no good while the others were making snowmen out of marshmallows.
Remain unresolved and lower your chances for self-hatred.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I didn’t become a better person.
Thank you, Santa and Happy Birthday, Jesus!
Like any good Catholic girl writer named Mary Theresa, I probably write too much about Christmas.
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