by Susan McCorkindale | Jul 29, 2021 | Confessions
Frightening doesn’t begin to describe it. I have some really weird habits. For instance, I pick at scabs, pull my hair out along my temples, and attack my toenails. (Seriously. I have like four left. My pedicurist never remembers my face, but as soon as she sees...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jul 28, 2021 | Confessions
Since I was about five, I’ve been prone to hives. Since high school, I’ve been prone to tearing out my eyelashes (but not eating them, though I’ve heard that’s a thing). And since becoming a mom nearly thirty years ago, I’ve been prone to breaking out in little red...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jul 26, 2021 | Confessions
As a writer, I’m one of the lucky ones. The two books I’ve written were published by a huge publishing house. They did pretty well, too. Nice reviews, decent sales. But that was then. 2008 and 2011 to be exact. It was a time when, if you rolled memoir, humor, and...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jul 20, 2021 | Confessions
Yesterday the sign went up and the lockbox went on. That’s when things got real. It’s also when I realized my two dozen or so realtor friends might be hurt because the sign and the lockbox aren’t their sign and lockbox. Since my realtor friends are...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jul 18, 2021 | Confessions
Our sweet little bungalow had its photos taken on Friday and I can only hope it remembered to brush and floss. We’ve done everything else. We’ve painted, depersonalized, and filled the place with flowers. We cleared off the countertops, hid the work shoes...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jul 14, 2021 | Confessions
As you may recall, this happened in February. Upon our return from Florida, where that happened and where we also bought this, we decided to host a celebration in June with family and friends and then crossed our fingers folks would be able to come because, you know,...