When #MOMLIFE and #WRITERLIFE Collide

Yesterday I managed to get my son to sleep for the afternoon. My daughter was spending the day at my parents’ and I had a wonderful moment of solace to drink a cup of coffee and listen to The Damage Report with John Iadarola. Then I got a text message from Richard Thomas: Adding you to the call in about 10 minutes! And I was like OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! A Little...

Where the Hell Have I Been?: An Update

Well, I was doing well for about a month there. Candidness is a hard thing to maintain on a regular basis, especially when I’m trying to balance said candidness between writing and parenting. Here’s what I was doing while I wasn’t here. I Was Finishing a Story I was working on my first short story, which I mentioned here, and submitted it to a crime erotica anthology. I give myself...

Why You Can’t Be A Domestic Goddess

Two weeks and four days into becoming a mother for the second time and I’ve had my first breakdown. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still better than I did my first go around. I had the whole domestic goddess routine all figured out. Floors were swept. Laundry was done AND put away. My phone stayed face-down. I even played mind-numbing games with my daughter and didn’t quite want to slam...

While I Was Away: A Horror Story

RJH holding her newborn son, Arthur.

Since I was last here, I started gestating my second child. That’s essentially my excuse for not updating sooner. I needed to sleep. Smells hit me. Anxiety started brimming. I started making excuses. Too pregnant to edit. Too pregnant to blog. I was too pregnant to be a writer. Oh, the horror! Then Red Dead Redemption II came out and I didn’t even need to make excuses anymore. I’d spent...

A Third Life Housewife/Full-Time Middle-Class Retail Associate (Kind of Writer) Crisis

I was going to buy myself a new pair of shoes tonight but then I compared my bank account to my credit card statement and I realized where my money really needed to go. I had a drink instead. Long story shot, I can freely admit that my plans with this blog have not come near to fruition. I’m still trying to figure out what it is I’m supposed to...

I’ve Entered the Dirty Thirties

For the last few months I’ve been excited about turning thirty. There’s something about growing out of a decade of life you’ve mentally drifted away from that feels satisfying. I haven’t exactly lived the standard life of a woman in her 20’s for a while. That pivotal moment of becoming an “adult” for me was buying a house, and after that the parties I used to throw became less frequent....

Sharon Morris: My Spirit Mom

I’m just gonna get straight to this: Being a new mom was rough goings for me. I don’t know if I had any legit symptoms of PPD. I thought about it sometimes, but was convinced that things weren’t “that bad”. Of course the late nights and the aching tits and numb wrists and the horrible feeling of being tethered to the sound of that newborn gremlin cry and whatever else...