Magical Moments on a Park Swing, or Why My Memoir is a Coming-of-age Story

Do you remember adolescence? You remember the angst, probably. You remember the awkwardness, the unrequited love, the rage you felt toward your parents, the acne. But do you remember those crazy beautiful moments? How all it took to feel like you were at the edge of the world was the right song on the radio, your foot on the gas and your hand out the window? How all the powerlessness you felt day-to-day melted away and all of a sudden you felt like you could do anything? Remember how you’d read a poem, or watch a movie, and there’d be a … Continue Reading »»

“I Need You To Believe Me”

I had to apologize for something this weekend, and I HATE apologizing. Probably not much more than you do, but maybe a tiny bit more. I really, really enjoy being right. Getting to say the words “I told you so” (or even more satisfying, implying the words with tone and a sigh) fill my heart with immense glee. But you know what? I’m a jerk sometimes*, probably not much more than you, but maybe a tiny bit more. I spent the weekend in a cabin outside Yosemite with my little family. Valentine’s weekend. It was a lovely time, and aside from … Continue Reading »»

Dear Artists, Today is Not the Day to Quit

A little more than two years ago, I began writing my first book. It started with a single Word doc titled “Book” that I’d type notes in on the weekends. I’ve wanted to write books since I was old enough to staple lined paper together. I’d fill those pages with stories about my stuffed cow and write BY CARLY ANN WHEELEHAN on the front. My parents did that thing where they told me I could be anything I wanted to be, which is a cool thing for parents to do for their little girls. The problem is, I don’t know … Continue Reading »»

Look out, it’s a pregnant lady who doesn’t hate her body!!! Part 1

About a month ago, I lay in bed, my bulged out eyes darting around my dark bedroom. Last time I checked the clock it was 3:30 a.m., and now birds were starting to chirp their morning songs. My husband’s alarm went off and he pressed snooze. I groaned, flipped over for the gazillionth time and punched the pillow under me. It was 5 a.m. and I hadn’t slept yet. For the second night in a row. I’m 23 weeks pregnant and I’ve had the most normal, healthy pregnancy. My baby girl is measuring big for her age but my ankles … Continue Reading »»