Run, Fizzy, Run

Hello my loves! For one fateful semester in college, I was an English Teaching major. My first day in class, I was determined to make friends at my new school and heard these folks behind me talking about being on the track team. I turned around and said, “I’ve never understood running for sport. I’m in no hurry to get anywhere.” Worst. Opener. EVER. Now you know why I’ve never had friends. Literally no one in that class ever spoke to me after that. (Blame them, I do not.) But my mantra was solid. I’ve never been a runner. I hate running. Hate it. It’s all sweaty and panting and I’ve got big ol’ knockers that can’t be contained by any sports bra. I’m really more of a yoga gal. And for years, I would do yoga and say, spinning, or walking on a treadmill for cardio. It was always for weight loss on the cardio. Yoga because, well… When I was pregnant with my daughter, I tried to keep up my casual workouts. I wildly under estimated exactly how hard it was to grow a whole human and one day fell asleep while using the treadmill. Only woke up when I got tossed off into the wall of our den. Thus ended my relationship with consistent fitness. I tried to jump back in, again, for weight loss, after the tots were born, but honestly, I would rather spend their nap times trying to make up for some of the ZERO sleep I was getting at night. Last year, I had a heart attack. It blew. And while I was determined to, you know, not die from another heart attack, I gave myself a break because my heart had actually been super healthy when it happened. The whole situation...

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The Antelopes

Hello my loves! Yesterday was kind of meh in our house. Three of the four of us have an upper-respiratory ick, and when I was out running errands, it managed to snow, sleet, rain, and freakishly hail all while I was out in it. We still have a layer of hail on the ground because Indiana. While I was out, I had to stop and get gas, which by now I should know is a risky task in itself, but I had the genuine misfortune of running into a prick dude-bro who seemed to take glee in ruining other peoples’ days. The woman in front of me in line paying for her gas was having to spread her payment over three different credit cards. She was embarrassed and kept turning around to apologize to all of us waiting on her transaction. At least six times that woman turned around to say she was sorry. Hey man, I’ve been there. I’ve been the person asking if I can pay ten bucks in cash, and could I put the rest on this card because it’s all I have. I’ve been the gal trying to buy groceries only to have my card not go through and have to stand there asking the cashier to take items off until we get to an amount where the card works. It’s not a fun game. Once someone called me a bitch who was wasting everyone’s time because I couldn’t get it through my brain I was broke. Some people are super considerate like that. So, anyway. This woman was apologizing like crazy, when the dude-bro behind me said, “I’mma tell you what. No one gives a fuck about your sorrys.” And he said it loudly. He wasn’t just talking to this woman, he wanted to...

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Killing It With Kindness

Hello my darlings! When I was in preschool, my mom was running a daycare in our home. She would take the kids she sat for and me off to school every morning. There was a little boy in that group who was my age, and he was a complete dick. Every day this jerk of a kid would be horrible to me. He teased me, beat me up, tormented me, all in the back of our damn station wagon. Quite distraught from this pint-sized bully’s shenanigans, I begged my mom to help. Or at least throw him from the car one day. That’d learn him. But this was the 80’s and money was crucial to, you know, eating, and my mom couldn’t afford to send the little shit steppin’. She then gave me the best advice I’ve ever been given in my entire life. “Find something nice about him. Maybe he acts that way because no one ever tells him the good things about himself. Everyone has something about them worth complimenting.” I suspect she knew more about this lad’s life than she was willing to tell munchkin-me, and was sending me on a kamikaze mission of do-gooding. The next day, I was back in the station wagon, and this kid was in full form. I’ll never forget it. He was right in the middle of a tirade about how stupid/stinky/loser-ish I was, and I looked him square in the mug and said, “You have really pretty blue eyes.” He was so stunned, he just stared at me for the rest of the ride. On the way home from school that day, we smooched in the back of that station wagon. And that’s where it started. My never-wavering belief that a compliment can change everything. Also, that’s when I...

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#CurryTuesday

Hello my loves! So, in our house, we have a thing. A curry thing. On Tuesdays, I make a slow-cooker curry, then the hubs and I eat it in bed after the kids are asleep and watch whatever geeky shows we’ve got queued up. It’s our version of a date night since babysitters nor money grow on trees. It actually started out being called Coulson, Castiel, and Curry Tuesdays because we are super cool people. But now it’s #CurryTuesday on Twitter for reasons I don’t even know. But let’s go with it. I’ve had so many people ask for the recipes I use (Quite right to. They are delicious.) so I decided to throw them here in a blog post for easier access! These started off as recipes I’d grabbed from other places, but I’ve made them my own over the years. So, I’ll include links to the original recipe and my own version just in case you want to try either. (You want to try mine. They are awesome.) INDONESIAN BEEF CURRY Here is the original recipe. And now my version! 2 tablespoons olive oil 2 pounds beef stew meat 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1 large onion, diced (The hubs didn’t care for it in slices.) 3/4 pound small potatoes, about 2 inches in diameter, quartered 1/4 pound peeled baby carrots 2 13.6 ounce cans light coconut milk 3-4 tablespoons curry powder (I use Hot Madras Curry because we like spicy. Adjust for your preferences.) 1 tablespoon reduced-sodium soy sauce 3/4 teaspoon ground ginger 1 teaspoon garlic powder 1/2 – 3/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (Again, we like spicy. Go your own way, here!) Naan (We do garlic naan because YUM.) Sour cream or Greek yogurt (Optional, but highly recommended.) DIRECTIONS 1. Coat slow-cooker bowl with nonstick...

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Fizzy Fangirling – An Interview with Uwe Stender

Hello my loves! Today I bring you an interview with lit agent and swell guy, Dr. Uwe Stender, founder of TriadaUS Literary Agency! Here’s my story about Uwe: I sort of gate-crashed the hotel lobby of a SCBWI conference in Pennsylvania last November to surprise my wonderful friend Dee Romito. (Her husband Rob set that all up, I take no credit.) Uwe is Dee’s agent, and he was around hanging out with his client, so I got to meet him. During dinner one night, I was seated at the opposite end of a long table, and decided I absolutely needed to try duck for the first time in my life. The idea of ordering a whole thing all for myself was too much pressure, and it was then I realized I was amongst an almost entirely vegetarian population. Uwe was the only one willing to split the duck pizza with me. I’m pretty sure this is how I will determine all friendships in the future. If you’re willing to help me dive into new culinary grounds, we are BFFs. That day, I learned I big fat don’t like duck. But I super like Uwe. Let’s get to know him so you can join me in that field! 1. Let’s start with the basics: How long have you been an agent, and what made you dive into this wacky business in the first place and compelled you to found TriadaUS? It will be my tenth year as an agent. I wanted to discover and mentor new talent and help bring some great books into the world. And I have always liked challenges. 2. Because inquiring minds always want to know, what genres do you rep? I rep pretty much anything in non-fiction. In fiction, I have been focusing on YA and...

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