Author Archives: Kristan Higgins

Ugh. March. Who invented March? Why? Mud, snow, dirty snow, gray skies, more mud, more gritty, dirty snow, raw winds, that hint of spring only to be covered in snow…I could really do without March. I know I’m a hardy … Continue reading →

  Since the pandemic, I’ve been doing yoga at home. Yoga with Adriene, to be specific. I love her, and I feel like she loves me. But there is one problem with Adriene, and that is her physical perfection. She’s … Continue reading →

Back before I had dogs of my own, I vowed that I would not be the kind of pet owner who treated their pets like babies. I had children before we got Digger, so I already knew that as much … Continue reading →

I got dressed today. (Yes, this is blog-worthy). Around noon, after being awake for four-plus hours, I took a shower and put on something that wasn’t pajamas. Really nice black pants, cool white shirt, earrings, mascara. I put banana cream … Continue reading →

I’m tired of hearing and reading certain words, gang. Plus, I’m a little crotchety today because it’s January 17, and already this year has lasted half my lifetime. Since I have absolutely nothing interesting to report, I thought I’d entertain … Continue reading →

Hello again! As you might know, I took my second annual social media break from December 15 till January 7. It was rather heavenly, gang. Of course, I did miss you and seeing your news and chatting online with you. … Continue reading →

Well, it’s that time of year, so I’m going to tell you a Christmas story. It’s not the happiest story, but maybe it’s a good story anyway. When my father was killed many years ago by a drunk driver, I was just … Continue reading →

Dearest Son turned 22, and we watched home movies this morning. I made brunch at his request, and the Princess, her fiancé and my mom came over for eggs and bacon, pancakes and donuts. His sister gave him a retro … Continue reading →

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 →