Parenting, Snark, Writing

Goodbye, linear phone conversations

I was never a huge fan of talking on the phone.  I’m a highly distracted person to begin with and walking around with a phone attached to my ear is not something I enjoy.  However, I never knew how much I’d miss a straight forward phone conversation until I became a mother.  No one understands that more than your friends who have children.   Other moms have gotten the pass to the club and the secret decoder ring that makes linear phone conversations as stimulating as decaf coffee.

Just the other day I was on the phone with my writer friend Sarah Cottrell.  She has two young boys so she is totally a member of my tribe.  We were talking writing and the conversation went like this:

Sarah:  Just checking in to see if everything is alright……Hey, I’m on the phone.  Remember, we talked about this.

Me:  Oh, yeah.  I’m fine……. Tony, stop putting your face so close to Rosie’s.  Do you want to get bitten? Again?……  I’m just taking a short break to get focused on my writing goals.

Sarah: Is Rosie your dog?….Who wrote on my wall?!

Me:  Yeah, She’s ten years old and grouchy……I’m not going to yell at her for biting you if you don’t. Get. OUT. OF. HER. FACE!….I haven’t written anything new in weeks.

Sarah:  I was wondering…..Finn, you need to keep that in the Kung Fu Corner, do you hear me?…because I saw your Facebook post…..IN. THE. CORNER, MISTER.

Me:  Yeah, I just get overstimulated….Seriously?  Jimmy, did it occur to you to just ask?…by social media sometimes.  You know what I mean?

Sarah:  Yeah, I can see how that would happen. (Muffled talking that I can’t comprehend)  We probably all should take a break.

Me:  It’s crazy, isn’t it?  I should be concentrating on the essays……..Where did I put my pen?  Jim, have you seen my pen?.…….. with deadlines that are coming up anyway.

Sarah:  I have so much writing to do.  I’m swamped…..Alright, now you have to sit on the bottom step and think about what you did.

Jim:  Hey, is that your friend from Maine?

Me:  Yes.

Jim:  Good, she can kick you in the butt and get you back on track.

Sarah:  Is  that your husband?……..Yes, I love you, too.

Me:  Yes.  He and the kids are equal opportunity annoyers…..Geez, Rosie!  Just step all over my feet!  Ow!

Sarah:  That’s funny….Oh, don’t cry……Hey I’ve got to go.  Poor, Max is crying.

Me:  Aw, poor guy.  Talk to you soon.

You see, it’s phone conversations like that that make private messaging on Facebook so much easier to follow.  Granted, I have to write down my every thought, but the person I’m chatting with doesn’t have to be exposed to the mundane details of my life.  I recently chatted with my best friend, Renee, about an upcoming event that I’m excited about, and she missed out on me having to remind Tony for the nine millionth time to use a pot holder when pouring the water for hot chocolate.  She also missed out on me reminding Jimmy that it was trash night and the cans needed to go to the street.  And she didn’t have to be exposed to Rosie’s vocal stylings while Tony practiced the clarinet.  That private message made me sound so much more together and with it.  So much more like a real person.

Oh, well.  I’m a writer so text messaging should be right up my alley, right?

For more about my antics as a mother to this crazy brood, check out my book Lemonade and Holy Stuff sold at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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Open Mic Night: The part of being a writer that terrifies me

Our local library

Our local library

Let’s face it.  We all have preconceived notions.  Most people, I’m willing to bet, think that writing is a pretty easy gig.  You just sit in a chair, make things up for a few hours a day, and, if you’re any good, you get published and become famous, raking in cash like Stephen King.  You probably think writers have “people” who do the mundane things like marketing and setting up speaking events. You would also be unbelievably wrong.  We, the writers do all of it.  Unless we can afford publicists, only our own sweat equity goes into making the publication ball roll and keep rolling.  Even with a publicist, an editor and a publisher, writers are expected to put in their fair share.

Tuesday night I attended my second speaking event as a writer.  The first one went well and I didn’t feel like I did terrible, but definitely felt like I had some room for improvement.  I was one of seven authors there to hock my book. I took what I learned from that event and applied it to Tuesday. My second speaking event, Open Mic Night at our local library, featured the members of my writers’ group as well as one brave soul who came to share.  I was first out of the gate because our leader thought my writing was the most relatable to the audience (I write mostly essays about being a mom or how I have a tendency to screw up even the most mundane of tasks) and would make a good opener. Silly man.

I prepped for the event in all the usual ways: reading out loud until I was hoarse, timing myself to get the pacing right and so I didn’t sound like Seabiscuit on his way to a photo finish. I also took my prescribed, extra anxiety meds. Without those, I’d be in the bathroom and nowhere near a podium.

Almost stone....

Almost stone….

Nothing prepares me for those terrifying moments in front of a room full of people expecting me to be awesome. There’s no way to set that bar a little lower. As I stood there, racing through my essay, I heard my voice begin to quiver. My throat began to run dry. The worst of all were my muscles. I could feel them systematically tightening up, threatening to turn me to stone. All I could envision was falling over, right where I stood. I hated it. All that prep for nothing.

When I was done I raced to my seat and snatched up my husband’s hand. He kissed me and reassured me, but I still felt like a rabbit facing down a cat. What was I thinking? I can’t do this.

Then I listened to all my writers’ group members. And I realized something. I am surrounded by crazy talented people. They all did so very well, causing goosebumps to form on my arms, bringing audience members to tears. I heard a few gasp.  All I could think was, “What the hell am I doing? I do not belong among these people.”

I know that you’ll say that I shouldn’t be comparing myself, but you know what?  Everyone does.  But the simply fact remains for me that I do not feel like I’ve earned my place at the table.  I went to my truck afterward and burst out crying because I felt like a fraud.

Jim told me one thing that bolsters me, but just barely.

He said, “Miranda, the worst writers are the ones who are convinced of their talent.”

I don’t know if he’s right.  I don’t know if I have what it takes to do anything more than entertain my family with my writing.

What I do know is that I want to do more.  I want to be more.  I’ve got the gumption.

Do I have the talent?the worst writers are the ones who are

So what say you?  Ever have that crisis of conscience?  Ever doubt what everyone else says is true?  How do you lift yourself above those moments and keep on keeping on?





He called me “writer”

Like many writers I know, I have periods of massive self-doubt.  My latest dance with this particularly bad partner left me blocked for weeks on end, unable to write a single word and feeling every moment of the failure I was convinced I was.  I reached out to my equally neurotic writer friends online.  They all assured me that they, too, suffered from the same malady from time to time.  They all reassured me that it would pass.  One of my writing cohorts even shared the fact that the last time she felt that way she found an acceptance to be in an anthology in her email.  She told me the same thing would happen to me.  I’d read her work.  I was not her.  Who was I kidding?

Most of what I do as a writer is just me banging around inside my own head, fingers flying over a keyboard.  All of the blood, sweat and tears I pour into my writing is done in the wee hours of the morning, before I go to bed.  The kids don’t see it because they are sleeping.  My husband doesn’t see it because he’s usually working.

The only job any of them see me do is what makes me a Mom.  They see me cook dinner, do laundry, scrub toilets and cart their butts around from place to place.  I am Mom and that’s all that I would ever be to them.

Or so I thought.

I was sitting in the lobby of a DoubleTree Inn when I felt my chest swell a little.  I was overhearing my husband talk with the man at the counter as he checked us in.

“So what brings you to Pittsburgh, sir,” the man asked.

“Oh, my wife has a conference or audition or something,” Jim said.  “I’m not sure what it is, exactly.  I just know it’s for writers.”

“Here?” the man said.

“Yes,” Jim said.  “It’s a big step for my wife.  She’s a shy woman and she’s very brave to come here.”

“What is it for?”

“I’m fuzzy on the details.  I’m just the chauffeur,” Jim laughed.  “All I know is it’s a big deal for her.  She’s a talented writer.  Very talented.”

With that, the man gave my husband the room key and we were on our way.  It was late.  We were tired and I was misty-eyed.  We rode in the elevator and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.  I couldn’t stop smiling and crying at the same time.

Because he does get it.

Because he called me something other than Mom.

Because he called me by the most coveted of labels in my world.

Because he called me “writer.”



Chasing Liberty by Theresa Linden

I’ve been thinking about February because it was one year ago this month that I self-published my first book Lemonade and Holy Stuff.  It was my maiden voyage into publishing and I wanted to do something awesome to celebrate this milestone in my life.  I also wanted to pair that with my desire to always give back, to pay forward whatever goodness comes my way.  So, my goal became simple.  It was time to give away some goodness to a lucky reader, and that goodness needed to lift up a fellow writer.

I decided to interview my friend Theresa Linden.  She is an author who is local to my area.  I met her through our library’s writer’s group.  And I am beyond grateful that I did.  She is a shy, mother of three awesome kids.  She is whip smart and crazy talented.  This past November she published her first book Chasing Liberty.

Used with permission of the author.

Used with permission of the author.

From the back cover:

Liberty 554-062466-84 of Aldonia lives in a responsible society that cares for the earth and everyone on it. They have learned to balance resource consumption with replacement initiatives, unavoidable pollution with clean-environment efforts. Science ensures that every baby born is healthy. The government ensures that every baby born is needed. All are cared for, taught, and given a specific duty to perform, their unique contribution to society. Why is Liberty so unsatisfied?  In less than two weeks, Liberty must begin her vocation. Every girl in Aldonia wishes she had Liberty’s vocation. Liberty would rather flee from Aldonia and live on her own, independent of the all-controlling government, the Regimen Custodia Terra. The high electrical Boundary Fence crushes any thought of escape. The ID implant imbedded in her hand makes it impossible to hide. She has no choice but to submit. Liberty is slated to be a Breeder. As vocation day draws near, a man with an obsession for Liberty attacks her and injects her with a drug. She’s about to lose consciousness when someone comes to her rescue, a man in a mottled cape and dark glasses. She wakes in an underground facility where people watch over Aldonia with an array of monitors and surveillance equipment. These people are full of secrets, but she discovers one thing: they rescue a man scheduled for re-education. They rescued him. They can rescue her.

There’s also a book trailer you can watch.

I gave Theresa a list of questions to help you get to know her, her writing, and her process a little better.

Where did you get the idea for Chasing Liberty?
I am one of those people who shouts at the TV when I watch the news. I can’t believe some of the things that are going on in our world. I’ve discovered actual groups that consider all life forms equal: a human has no more value than a mushroom. I’ve learned about new proposed laws, questionable scientific developments, and invasive uses of technology. Developments in morality and ethics do not seem to be on a par. Faith, family and freedom are often under attack. I can’t help but wonder where we are headed. As I writer, I don’t just wonder. I write! In a way, this story emphasizes the importance of faith, family and freedom by showing a society that has lost all three, a society where the earth has been elevated above people.

What character in your book do you love to hate and why?
I’m torn between Sid and Dr. Supero. Both of these characters are extremely selfish. Sid is obsessed with Liberty and will do anything to be with her, but he doesn’t really love her in a way that puts the other first. He doesn’t care what she wants.
And then there’s Dr. Supero, a master in warped ideologies. Vain, arrogant and closed-minded, he feels the need to control everything and resents that he can’t control Liberty. When he receives traumatic personal news, instead of facing his situation, he transfers his anger to Liberty.

Is there a sequel to Chasing Liberty and if so, what can readers expect?
Chasing Liberty is the first in a trilogy. The second book nears completion and the third is in outline form. You can expect even more action in the second book, Testing Liberty. The 3-D games mentioned in Chasing Liberty become an important part of Testing Liberty. We will learn more about Liberty, her experiences growing up under the RCT, and how she met Sid. We will also discover more about the Torva and Dedrick’s most uncomfortable encounter with them.

If there’s one message you want readers to walk away with after reading Chasing Liberty, what is it?
I didn’t write with a message in mind, but I see a message in my story. Americans have always valued freedom and have seen it as a God-given right. Our country was founded on it, but it isn’t something we should take for granted. When a government is allowed to grow too big, it can threaten the freedom of the individual. I suppose the message in my story is to question everything in our culture, weighing things in the balance, so to speak. There are things in our culture, many brought about by our government, that degrade rather than protect the individual, the family, and our God-given rights. Abraham Lincoln once said, “America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”

What piece of advice would you give an aspiring fiction writer about crafting characters? For instance, how much do you plan out beforehand and how much just comes to you as you write?
I love creating characters! I believe it is important to develop a good character profile for each main and secondary character before beginning to write. Main characters need to have likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses, a past and goals. They also become more realistic when they have a habit(s) or idiosyncrasies that a reader can relate to or find humorous. I have even gone so far as to conduct character interviews so I can learn how they think. I want to see everything from a particular character’s frame of mind, recalling his or her memories as the story unfolds and reacting in ways unique to the character. When I can slip into a character’s mind and think his or her thoughts for the scene, I’m ready to write.
I am sure that I must be a sight to my family when they see me writing, my face contorting with the mood of my point of view character. “What’s the matter, dear?” “What?” I snap out of character and smile. “You look mad.” “No, I’m not mad. Liberty is.”

What is the hardest part about writing for you?
As a wife, homeschooler and mother of three boys, finding uninterrupted time is always a challenge. That aside, I find the research the hardest part because it is so time-consuming. Then I want to make sure my story is going to work before I begin writing, so creating a solid outline is the second hardest part.

Do you have any writing rituals?
Yes and no. I write at the table in our dining room, so first, I clear the table of every distraction. Then I get something to drink: coffee, tea or water. Depending upon the stage of writing, I turn on some music—I do this when I’m ready to go deep into character and write a scene.
But then again, I think I can write anywhere, anytime. Once our van broke down and left me stranded three hours from home. I had to wait for my husband to pick me up, so I borrowed sheets of paper and a pen from a nearby shop and wrote my heart out in the back of our van!

What is the most important lesson you’ve learned about writing so far?
Hmmm. I have learned so many lessons that feel vital to the craft. So many facets must come together to make the work shine. I believe the most important lesson I’ve learned is to work hard on developing a good story with a solid plot and interesting characters. It saves time and frustration when the research and outlining are done in advance, so that I go into the story with a general idea of what happens. I say ‘general’ because characters don’t always stick to the plot, so it’s important to allow room for deviation.

So, your dream as a writer:
My dream . . . I’m sitting at a comfortable desk in front of a new computer. Maps, diagrams and pictures related to my stories hang on three walls. A bookshelf lines the fourth wall, holding reference materials and writing books, and books by all my favorite authors and by new authors. A glass door opens to a balcony that overlooks a lush garden . . .
Or . . . I would be satisfied just to be able to write all the stories that are in my mind, get them published, and find my audience. Every book is not for every person. I really want to find the people who would enjoy my stories as much as I do. I think that’s what every author wants. You want to find your readers and make them happy!

In an effort to help Theresa realize at least a portion of her dream, I’m going to give one lucky reader of this blog a free copy of Chasing Liberty!!!!  Entering to win is super simple.  1.  Comment “I want in” at the bottom of this post.  2. Simply share this post with the hashtag #LindenLiberty and be sure to tag me @MirandaGargasz.    Each share gets your name entered into a hat and one lucky winner will be drawn on Valentine’s Day.  Get to sharing and win this amazing book!!!!!

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Do what scares you

How many times have I heard that?  As a writer and an introvert the list of ideas that scares me is long and intimidating.

When I decided to throw my hat into the writer’s ring, I did so tentatively, cautiously.  I acted on my desire to write since childhood, a dream I abandoned as a teenager because I thought I’d never be able to make a living at it.  Writing was the one gift that I was given that I truly loved, and I wanted to share that gift with the world.  Just the thought of that vulnerability, exposing the soft underbelly of what little talent I may have, was almost debilitating in its scariness.

My first blog scared the shit out of me in the beginning.  I perched my hands on the edge of the keyboard scared to death that not only would I not earn any readers, but I’d be the laughing-stock of the internet.  At my husband’s urging, I did it.  And I don’t regret it.

I began Scattering Moments in 2011.  It wasn’t a great blog but it was good.  I met quite a few writer friends there and I learned a lot about what writing my audience liked and what my strengths as a writer were.  Eventually, I closed that site down because I hadn’t quite learned what I should hold back on a blog and what I needed to keep for publication.

I joined our local library’s writer’s group and, excited as I was, I was terrified to share what I had written.  I was intimidated by the other members at first because a couple of them actually went to college to hone their craft.  I hadn’t done that.  My degree was in Elementary Education.  What if I went there and they heard what I had written and thought I wasn’t much of an attribute for their group?  What was I, really?  I felt like a washed-up failure of a teacher who dipped her toe into the Mommy Blogging universe because being a stay-at-home-mom was driving me bat shit crazy. It turned out that all the worry was for naught.  Not only did I actually have something to give the group, the feedback I got from the essays I shared helped bolster my self-esteem and gave me the courage I needed to keep going.  It gave me the courage to publish my first book, Lemonade and Holy Stuff:  Collected Essays.

Lemonade and Holy Stuff‘s publication has been such a gift for me.  Not only do I feel vindicated as a writer because so many readers have loved it, but I also met an amazing string of women writers as a result.  I really feel as if I’ve found my tribe with writers like Sarah Cottrell, Tori Nelson, Lisa Kramer, Kathryn McCullough, Theresa Linden and so very many more.  (Please click on their names to check out their work.  They are amazing women.)

Because I believe that doing what scares us is also what helps us grow, I’m sticking my neck out again.  This Saturday, armed with an essay and my much more travel friendly husband (I get lost after the end of my street), I’m going to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  There I will meet the folks in charge of that city’s incarnation of Listen To Your Mother, a professional show that lends a voice to motherhood.  I will be auditioning.

My knees are knocking.

I’m losing sleep because I’m terrified.

But, I’m doing it.  I’m going to share my story before an audience of people.  I’m hoping to come back with an invitation to be part of the experience. Even if I don’t, that’s okay.  The only true failure is in never trying, and that simply will not do.



Parenting, Writing

Embracing Imperfection and the Concept of Enough

My mom raised a pretty tough girl.  For all the neurotic mess that is me, I don’t break easily.  I am tender-hearted and tend to take criticism personally for about a week.  Then I get over myself and try to see the bigger picture, the quality behind the words that hurt me so.  I grew up the kind of girl who wanted it all and, by God, was going to have it all.

I began my marriage with the idea that I was going to be a working mother.  I wanted that career.  I wanted the success.  I went to college and got a degree and a job.  Then I lost the job due to layoffs.  Then my husband got a job that made it impossible for me to work, be married, and have kids and have any of it work.  Either the kids would never see me, or Jim would never see me, or my work would suffer.  No portion of my life was going to get the amount of me they needed.

My income was simply savings money and small bill money.  We would need to scrimp, but the choice became clear.  I had to be a stay-at-home-mom for the sake of my family.  And it is the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done.  Hands down.

There isn’t one day that goes by that I don’t feel like I’m failing marvelously.  No matter where I turn, I’m toast.  Either my oldest son thinks I have a vendetta against him and live only to make him miserable, or my youngest son, so consumed with getting his own way, doesn’t listen to the list of tasks he has to accomplish to earn what he’s asking for and then calls me a liar when all is said and done.  OR my husband, who works 60 hours a week on night shift, tells me I’m too soft on the kids and need to do better following through.   Because every mom hates their kid?  Because every mom makes up pounds and pounds of lies?  Because I’m raising these kids alone?

In addition to all this madness, I’m doing my damnedest to launch a writing career, a lifelong dream.  I’m doing okay by my standards, taking into account that the boss of me is my Type A personality.  No effort is ever enough.  All acceptances are pity acceptances, not based on talent.  Let’s not even mention that the time I get to write is stolen moments here and there, some of which is planned but never had because of kid sickness, or kid antics, or kid social life, or husband needs, or….well, you get the picture.

All of this negativity is my average Saturday.

This Saturday, I lost my shit.  Again.  For the umpteenth time.

I got tired of the stomping of feet, the slamming of doors, the eye rolling and the general demeanor of pain in the ass floating around my house.  So I woke my husband three hours early for work.

“Deal with the kids.  I’m on the verge of abusing them.  That’s how SOFT on them I’m feeling right now,” I hissed through tears.

“Go, take a break,” Jim said to me.  He dressed and went downstairs.

The air changed once the silent knowing of “Holy shit!  Dad’s up!” poured over the house.  Like someone waved a magic wand, all the B.S. came to a screeching halt.  The stomping feet were silenced.  The doors were quiet.  The eyes were still.  The pain in the ass feeling evaporated.

I began to cry less.  I commenced breathing like a normal person.  My hair decided it was tired of standing on end when it hit me.

Jim never raised his voice.

Jim never yelled.

Jim never threatened.




You see, I want it all.

I want to have the awesome kids that I have, but tweak that a bit and make them listen without the yelling and threatening.

I want to have the awesome marriage I have where I can tag team the whole parenting thing, but tweak that a bit and have him realize it’s not as easy as it is for him when the kids shiver in fear and just DO what he tells them without yelling or threatening.

I want to have carved-in-stone writing time that is respected by social lives and folks who need things because this is no hobby I’m playing at here.

I am missing the point, though.

There is a difference between wanting it all and having it all.  It’s a vast chasm.

It’s name is perfection.

Type A personality or not, I have to understand that perfection is a card that isn’t on anyone’s table.

So, I sit here writing, wearing noise canceling ear muffs because the kids are playing video games for the next hour.  My hubby and I just got back from an Adults Only dinner at Panera where we talked like grown ups about grown up things around grown up people.  We’re waiting on pizza to be delivered for the kids’ dinner so I can steal another twenty minutes of time that their attention is diverted to focus on my writing.

For now, all is calm.  The kids are listening.  Jim has acknowledged that the stolen moments of tag team parenting he experiences are light years from the experiences I have in the hours long solo parenting trenches.  And I’ve gotten some writing done.  I’ve gotten an essay sent off to a potential publisher.

You see, the problem for me is that I never realized what “it” was that I wanted.

I don’t want perfection.

I want what I have:  awesome kids, an understanding and loving husband, and a chance at being a writer.

Life is about loving what you have.  None of that is perfect.

It is, however, enough.





Blog Hop: What drives this writer?

Author-friend Julie Frayn invited me to a blog hop.  Among her books are It Isn’t Cheating If He’s Dead, Suicide City and the recently released Mazie Baby.  She’s a hard-working accountant by day and an author by night.  Did I mention she’s won awards for her work?  Yeah.  She’s tearing up the writing world as an indie author.  Keep an eye on her.  You’ll want to say you knew her when….julie

So, the rules.  There are questions to answer and a “torch” to pass on.

1.  What are you working on?

Currently, I’m working on raising two boys, one of which is a teen, so, you know, that should be enough.  But it’s not.  I spend what little free time I have writing essays about the above mentioned boys, my husband, my dog, and pretty much any other innocent person who should cross my path and get my attention.  Back in November I suffered from a pretty heinous case of writer’s block because of a butt load of issues.  My writer’s group suggested that I try my hand at writing something outside my comfort zone.  By January I followed their advice.  In addition to two blogs (this one and my weight loss journey at Plus Size Mama), I write essays (some of which you can read in my book Lemonade and Holy Stuff) and am trying my hand at fiction, penning a paranormal mystery.

2.  How does my work differ from others in its genre?

When it comes to my essays, honesty is key.  The essay is, by nature, a piece of non-fiction.  However, mine aren’t just run-of-the-mill.  I’m not afraid to explore the stuff that really hurts, the stuff many moms, wives, and daughters think but never lend a voice to.  I don’t shy away from admitting that mothering isn’t this wonderful, lazy walk through a flower filled field.  It sucks.  A lot.  And the field has a few cow pies along the way.  However, there are still flowers and we should do more than notice them.  We should treasure them.

My paranormal mystery deals with murder, so you’d think it is a pretty weighty subject.  There’s a lot of humor infused in it, also.  I haven’t read many murder mysteries that were funny, but mine is.  Go figure.

3.  Why do I write what I do?

Why do you breathe?  Same answer.  Because my brain says I have to.  I’ve written since I was young and it’s not something I can turn on and off at will.  An idea gets stuck in my brain and it won’t leave me be until I process it through writing.  It’s that simple.

4.  How does my writing process work?

There’s supposed to be a process?  News to me.  What I need to say comes when it comes. Not until recent years have I taken my writing seriously.  I used to just scribble things into a journal and that was it.  I’ve always thought of stories but never written them down.  I guess now that’s my process.  Actually writing them down.


Now for the fun part.  Passing the torch.

sarahThe lucky hopper is Sarah Cottrell. She’s a blogger for The Bangor Daily News.  You can check out her humorous posts at Housewife Plus.  She is a member of the Stay-At-Home-Mom Club and proud herder of two loud boys. She earned her MFA in 2012 and then accidentally washed it in a load of laundry. Sarah’s work can be found on popular websites like Mamalode, BlogHer, and Scary Mommy. Her work will appear in two new parenting anthologies in 2015.  You can find her at: