Author Archives: Claire

Tra-la!  It’s May!  The lusty month of May!  That lovely month when– Oh, shut up. I’m sorry.  I have no grievance against you, May.  You’re a lovely month, what with the blossoms and the balmy weather and the little puppies … Continue reading →

I think I’ve mentioned before that a blogger once wrote a short bio of me that basically described me as a cross between Norma Desmond and Baby Jane–I sounded like some sort of insane recluse, peering fearfully out from between … Continue reading →

Thanks, TIME Magazine, for doing your best to pit mothers against each other. I don’t even want to grace this ridiculous cover with any more attention, but I’m sure you’ve already seen it anyway–the preschool-aged kid on the stepladder sucking … Continue reading →

I am not a political person.  I have my beliefs, of course, and I vote in every major election, but I try to keep my author persona separate from my personal life and one of the ways I do that … Continue reading →

I just watched the most recent version of the movie Jane Eyre, which people tell me came out a while ago but since I only see things on HBO, it feels fresh and brand new to ME. For those who haven’t … Continue reading →

For a limited time only, you can get EPIC FAIL as an ebook for only $2.99!  I haven’t worked out the exact math, but I think it means you get hours of delight for mere pennies.  Something like that, anyway. … Continue reading →

1.  Bending down to get a pan out of the cabinet so I can cook a nice dinner for them, accidentally exposing a tiny sliver of butt crack in the process (low-rise jeans are comfy but dangerous).  You’d think I’d … Continue reading →

1.  The dog is sitting on my lap and it’s very uncomfortable and my butt hurts so much I can’t focus on anything.  But he’s asleep and you’re not allowed to move if there’s a pet sleeping on you.  I … Continue reading →

I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m a homebody.  My dream day is spent entirely at home, surrounded by my family.  I hate driving, hate having to make conversation with strangers, hate fighting crowds . . .  If I wake … Continue reading →

I couldn’t believe it: it was late on Sunday night and time for us to go back to the hotel, get in the car, and head home.  And I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE. And yet the entire previous week, I … Continue reading →