A Crosley Kid

I'll be honest:
I've been half-hearting my blog this week.

To any & all my faithful readers
{hi dad!},
please accept my apologies.

The truth is I've been holed away at Starbucks 
in an attempt to mentally sort myself.

You see, I like to write.

My interior monologue is relentless, 
and I've been told I have a knack for jotting it down.

So while all of you have been contributing talents to the professional world,
extending long hours of rearing your children,
or doing worthwhile things like charity & excercise...

I've been drinking a skinny caramel macchiato,
and reading archived articles of writers I admire 
to get me back into the writing mood.

A bit pathetic, I'll admit...
but I have to tell you- it's pretty great.

But if you, too, like things that are really great,
read some of these articles by my favorite author, Sloane Crosley.

Sloane has written some amazing books
{I was told there'd be cake, How did you get this number?},
but it's my personal opinion
that she hits her stride in some of her shorter pieces for the New York Times.

Like this article on tequila,
 this piece on Halloween,
and this essay on cats.

Sloane offers an irreverently honest voice
  spoken from the mouth 
of a functional, well-educated woman.

I will warn you, she's not for everyone.

"I Was Told There'd Be Cake"
 was my selection for book club one month.
I read it, giggled to myself on every page, 
and was busting with anticipation over the wait
to discuss all of her stories in great detail.

I arrived to a table of uninterested, uncharmed girls 
who stared blankly back at my glee.

But I love her.

And if you like my writing, 
I hope that means you'll like hers, too.

Isn't that right, dad?