Books
First Day of Unicorn School
The story of Milly, a donkey with dreams of attending the prestigious unicorn school. With a few creative photos in her application, she’s accepted and must make it through the school without anyone realizing what she really is: a donkey in a party hat.
Short Stories
Don't Touch That: An Anthology of Parenthood in SFF
Parents exploring ancient, curse-ridden caves with their children. Parents trying to give their kin enough personal space to grow their own intergalactic empires - and make their mistakes. Parents hunting the monsters that hide beneath kids' beds. Parents offering advice to the adventuring child who never takes it.
Essays & Poetry
Confessions of a Pinterest Failure
I am not a craft person. In fact, I’m an anti-craft person. I’m pretty sure if Pinterest knew what I was capable of, they’d revoke my membership and ban me from the site….
My friend gave me 5 bags of hand-me-downs—and it was such a bittersweet gift
I went through my son's clothes today. The process made me sad, but not for the reasons one might think...
Why I Can’t Wear Nice Things: A Mommy Tale
Before I had kids, I used to love the show What Not to Wear. The premise was simple: some dumpy schlub got outed as a fashion reprobate by her friends….
The 30-Minute Meal: A Mommy Timeline
They call them 30-minute meals, but let’s be real. Cooking with small kids is like trying to compete in Iron Chef while supervising a troop of drunk chimpanzees….
Why Suicide Is Not My Greatest Fear
On our way to an appointment out of town, my husband and I play a game to pass the time. It’s called “How Well Do You Know Your Spouse?” I read questions from a book while he drives. “What is my biggest fear?” I ask…
Halloween Haiku
Our Halloween Haiku category summoned your most horrible poetry. We found the following sickeningly sweet…
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Love and Brokenness
It was November and traffic was awful. A downpour had turned the freeway into one long hydroplane. Even if I hadn’t been sobbing, visibility was almost nil. My two children were strapped in their car seats behind me. Both were screaming, the three-year-old punctuating every shriek with a kick to the back of my seat…