Right now, after 10 months of an on-site copywriting job combined with two semesters of teaching writing classes, I'm back to sitting on the sofa with my laptop perched on my lap. Right now, I have a huge stack of final essays to grade, blog posts that I'm woefully behind on, an editing project ready to go, and a big, hairy research project to tackle. Right now, it's 75 degrees out, and

Two pieces of background info: I have a MASSIVE stack of end-of-semester essays to grade for my writing students. I'm doing this in bed because it makes it a little more tolerable. I keep a box of treats on my nightstand so that I can always reward Lucas for non-reactions whenever a bike/jogger/dog/child/mailman/UPS truck goes past our house. Today, while reaching for my coffee, I knocked

When we were kids, I used to make my sister - my younger sister - ask the librarian for the book I wanted because I just couldn't do it. In the almost three years since we've lived in this town, we've ordered sushi, pizza, or Chinese once a week. Yet, I have never once made the call. Anything I can order online, I do. Due to the invention of drive-thru Starbucks, I never have to wait for my