My mom says my silverware collection is sad. I have two forks. Just two. And they’re not even real grownup ones. They’re the buy a spoon, fork, and knife together for a dollar at Walmart kind. To me, having two forks does not say, “sad.” It says, “My friends and I usually go out to eat.” Or, “I mostly enjoy spoon items, like ice cream.” Or, “I now have to wash dishes at least every day, which otherwise would not happen.” No, I don’t find anything about my life to be the least bit sad, not even the two forks issue. Facebook, on the other hand… Facebook thinks I’m lame.…

I’ve always been bad about headlines. I can sometimes come up with a catchy way to begin something, and usually hit my stride around the middle. I struggle with endings, and figuring out how to tie it all together. But headlines? Those lovely little bows on top of the literary package that say, “Look at me! You must unwrap me now and digest all of my wordy goodness!” Those are the worst. Which is why my major headline, the title for my entire blog…is my name. I like a lot of things. I like to write about a lot of things. And I know that every piece of blogging advice…