Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

  I’ve been reading a lot of books about death lately. I don’t know why. I’ve always been a bit maudlin, which I think is part of my Hungarian-Catholic upbringing. We’re wary of being too happy, always waiting for God … Continue reading →

We’re taking down our Christmas decorations today. It’s especially bittersweet this year. McIrish and I are renovating our house this spring. When we built our house 23 years ago, we living in a 600 square foot apartment with a baby … Continue reading →

Happy Christmas, Hannukah and Kwanzaa a little early, my friends! Starting December 12thand going through New Year’s Day, I’ll be taking a social media break for the first time ever. I’m not one of those people whose phone is glued … Continue reading →

As has been well documented, I’m not a crafty person. I can bake really pretty things, but give me a pair of scissors, and injuries ensue. I can’t count the number of times I’ve glued my fingers together or burned … Continue reading →

Dear God, thank you for my family. Guideth my hand, Lord, as I roll out the dough to make some sexy-ass pies, and forgiveth me for using the term sexy-ass in this prayer. Please, dear Lord, use thy divine powers … Continue reading →

  In the past three years, sixteen couples in my friend group have gotten a divorce. Sixteen! Granted, I know many people, but that does seem like a lot. Statistics say 50% of marriages end in divorce, and sometimes, it’s … Continue reading →

  McIrish, my sister and I have spent a lot of time at our little house on Cape Cod this past month, doing something Joss Dey calls zhoozhing. I was totally into it…at first. HomeGoods and I are well acquainted … Continue reading →

McIrish and I went away for the weekend. It was his birthday (happy birthday, honey!), and I had a lovely reader event in Maryland at the warm and beautiful Inn Boonsboro, so I figured, hey! Let’s make this into a … Continue reading →

When I was a wee little kid, I made an imaginary friend for myself and my sister. Little Friend.  Make your index and middle fingers walk on the arm of your chair. Voila. You have met Little Friend. Little Friend … Continue reading →

  I’ve been reading a lot this summer, and I thought my recommendations with you… Baby Teeth by Zoje Stage. Gah! It’s terrifying in the most wonderful, creepy, believable way! Hanna is a seven-year-old girl who chooses not to speak. Her … Continue reading →