Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

Hello? I would like to enter the contest for most depressing Thanksgiving, please! Yes, yes, I know that many people had depressing Thanksgivings this year, and many more will come home infected with COVID and be even more depressed, but … Continue reading →

People often ask me if I write every day. The answer is no. But I work every day. Every single day. When you’re a writer, it means everything you in order to produce a book is A) done alone and … Continue reading →

I bought a human head. Okay, okay, I bought a fake human head. But still. I’m going to be doing my daughter’s hair for her wedding in June, and here’s the thing. The Princess doesn’t love to have her hair … Continue reading →

This is the story of a friend who tried to tell me for years that she just didn’t like me very much, and how I ignored her very strong messaging. Barbarosa—not her real name—and I were high school friends. She … Continue reading →

  Some songs have had all the life squeezed out of them. Let’s face it. Songs that are so familiar they’re just white noise. It doesn’t mean the artist isn’t talented, or the song wasn’t once great, but I find … Continue reading →

My little girl is engaged. Oh, we knew it was coming, and we couldn’t be more thrilled, because her fiancé is kind and thoughtful, hardworking and honest. His family loves the Princess as if she were their own, and we … Continue reading →

  Dictionary.com defines buyer’s remorse as a feeling of regret experienced after making a purchase, typically one regarded as unnecessary or extravagant. I do not suffer from this. I suffer from non-buyer’s remorse. Take, for example, that brownstone in a … Continue reading →

  I’ve been writing a lot this week. Oh, sure, be happy about that, you wretches! Do you want to hear what it’s really like? You do? Ass ache. Yes, yes, you know you’re supposed to get up and stretch … Continue reading →

Ever since I was a kid, there’s been a melancholy associated with the month of August. Here in New England, around this time, the katydids start with their distinctive call: three buzzes, a pause, three buzzes. As a kid, these … Continue reading →

In an attempt to broaden my horizons and have more hobbies that don’t involve eating popcorn, I recently decided to return to horseback riding. The first time I rode a horse, I was four years old . The horse’s name … Continue reading →