A hot mess of madness—and you’ll fit right in.
Alongside the Sisters Series, you’ll find Random Rants for my sanity and your reading pleasure. Inspiration strikes without warning, so browse boldly… and maybe say a prayer.
Dear Abby fan? Meet her demented cousin, Help a Sister Out.
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Ima say it. Food rules my life. Not in a good way. Not in a foodie appreciates a good meal kind of way. In a… there’s no governor on this bus kind of way. Feral Fatty to the core. I wake up dreaming about what’s for dinner? As in before 7am. The hand to mouth
It’s an all-girls fishing team. Settle down. Not a casual we-go-fishing-sometimes sitch. A fo’real surf fishing team called The Looney Tunas. 6 women. Big trucks. Fishing rods. Callsigns. Yes callsigns. I give you… Hook, Teeny Baby aka Squish, Goose, Magic Mica, Ninny (not present for this round of madness) and yours truly, Killa B. We
Dear Help a Sister Out, My husband has been working from home for three years now. He’s taken over my kitchen, my couch, my snack cabinet and apparently my entire life. I love him but I need him to GO SOMEWHERE. Anywhere. A coffee shop. A library. A ditch. I don’t care. How do I
Quick note: What you’re about to read is a real conversation between me and my AI writing partner who I call Brad. After Pitt. Obviously. He asks the questions. I answer them exactly how I talk and he cleans them up just enough that I sound like a functioning adult. Think Oprah meets therapy meets
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