Up until now I’ve hesitated to post much about this past year online; I thought it might seem like I was being a fragile flower.

But as the man in my life recently pointed out, this past year only proves to your publishing fam that you are more determined than ever to push through, finish what you start (can’t wait to tell you more about the new release written in the thick of this, for 2018!), and work harder than you ever have for the sake of what and whom you love.

Today I’m sharing just a little bit.

A couple of years ago after baby number two, my epilepsy came back.

I don’t know what caused it; after over ten years of being seizure free I started having odd new symptoms.

I won’t bore you with the details (because, really, many of you are dealing with much more earth-shattering experiences right now) except to say I learned you really do need the feeling in your right foot in order to brake the car–

And you really do need to stay away from any medication that has the word “weep” in the middle of it (not kidding, this stuff turned my non-pregnant self into a hormonal bundle of nastiness).

I’d like to think I’ve come to the other side of this experience with a new sense of humor–perhaps a bit darker than before–which I can’t wait to share with you in a new series of books about us (you and me–living like the Mombies we are). 

So what about you? What’s making you feel like a mombie today? I could use some company with this whole dark sense of humor thing. 

{In case you missed this photo that got 13,000 likes on Facebook–they’d just finished trying to scratch each other’s eyeballs out to obtain sole possession of the umbrella when I snapped this.

Dang it. They never let me get the true action shots. It’s like they’re trying to protect their public reputations already.}

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