It's interesting with my blog, because it feels to me less like a blog and more like a forum, because my readers are so funny and leave hysterical comments. And I'm not being humble when I say that very often, the comments are so much better than the post originally was.

A house should look lived in, and I consider it clean as long as I don't stick to it and it doesn't give me cholera.

But really, what else are you going to talk about in line at the liquor store? Childhood trauma seems like the natural choice, since it’s the reason why most of us are in line there to begin with.

One ox, two oxen. One fox, two foxen.

When Hailey was born my first thought was that I needed a drink and that hospitals should have bars in them.

Like books, the Internet has saved my life. It helped me recognize that so many people I adore suffer from the same things I do.

When I was young, my family didn't go on outings to the circus or trips to Disneyland. We couldn't afford them. Instead, we stayed in our small rural West Texas town, and my parents took us to cemeteries.