As I mentioned earlier, I am participating in the 31 days writing challenge this year.
Hold me. (Kidding. We all know how I feel about that.)
Seriously, though, I am trying. My theme, which I was required to pick, is family. I figure we have enough to last for a longer challenge, but I will attempt to tell the silly, tragic, hopeful, or even the cautionary family tales for the next 31 days.
Additionally, I will link them here for easy finding. Today’s birthday post for my dad is going to count because I sort of told some stories and I don’t think I can dig any deeper on the same day, particularly with the lack of sleep I have racked up this week.
October, 2015
Day One: He’s a Good Fixer
Day Two: For Anyone Who Ever Crucified a Monkey
Day Three: Running an Octogenarian Sweatshop Takes Work
Day Four: The Dance of the Rice Krispies
Day Five: One Little Letter Makes a Big Difference
Day Six: The Night of the Roadrunner
Day Seven: My Jewish Easter Bunny
Day Eight: That One Time I Got Away With It
Day Nine: Humiliations GALORE!
Day Ten: When An 80th Birthday Goes Horribly Awry
Day Eleven: Survival Instincts. Not my Forte.
Day Twelve: My Grandpop, Solomon Decker
Day Thirteen: ya ne govoryu po-angliyski
Day Fourteen: Famous Family Members
Day Fifteen: When a Baby Terrifies You
Day Sixteen: In Honor of My Favorite Russian
Day Seventeen: My Scandalous Great-Aunt Rose
Day Eighteen: The Graminator Strikes Again
Day Nineteen: I Was Far too Polite for Rockin’ the Suburbs.
Day Twenty: When Your Best Friend Wins a House
Day Twenty-One: Seventeen Years Today Since I Lost My Dad
Day Twenty-Two: Free-Range Parenting: European Edition
Day Twenty-Three: So This Is How It Ends
Day Twenty-Four: I Fell Into a Burning Ring of Fire
Day Twenty-Five: Bringing a Boy Home
Day Twenty-Six: Bringing a Dog Home (and a boy, but not like that)
Day Twenty-Seven: The Birth of a Writer
Day Twenty-Eight: Great Great Uncle Gigs
Day Twenty-Nine: My Friend, Aeryn Gillern
Day Thirty: That Time the Hubs Was a Rockstar
wasted wit 