Turns Out, I'm complicated.

I write the kind of books I wish already existed. They didn't, so I wrote them myself.

Prompt journals that capture the funny, chaotic, slightly unhinged reality of family life: the milestones nobody mentions in polite company, the moments you'll actually want to remember. And narrative nonfiction that pulls back the curtain on the ordinary things we never think to question. Who invented the coffee maker? Why do so many Americans start the day with breakfast cereal? Turns out everything has a backstory, and most of them are more interesting than you'd expect.

Same person. Wider range than advertised.