Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

It’s lonely to be social-distancing, to be unable to live like we’re all used to. We’ve put our house renovations on hold for the time being, feeling that tearing off the walls was ill-advised at the moment, and I’m glad … Continue reading →

  For us writers, self-isolation is a way of life. I’m also the wife of a firefighter and an empty-nester, which means I know how to have a wicked good time all by my lonesome. But maybe the coronavirus is … Continue reading →

I’ve been doing home yoga these past few days, using a YouTube tutorial on our TV. It hasn’t been pretty. There’s a huge difference between taking a yoga class and doing yoga in your living room. I have to move … Continue reading →

Sweethearts! We are so happy for you, because you are taking this big, important step, and really, we adore him/her and think it’s all wonderful. You bet we’re coming to your wedding! We can’t wait! But here’s the thing. We … Continue reading →

I really, really wanted to see Cats as a family this past Christmas break. Not for the singing or the makeup, but for the sheer horror of what was called the worst movie of all time. So bad it’s good, you … Continue reading →

  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 →