Shit on a Shingle And Other Life Moments
This week my son turned one while I’m still over here like “wow, I can’t believe I have a kid.” Because despite carrying him and birthing him and spending 24/7 with him that shit still blows my mind. It’s insane. And me being in charge of another human’s life just proves that the universe is…
Continue reading ➞ My First Year of Momhood: Moms are Like Al Pacino in Yoga Pants
The other day I met my cousin in a cafe to go over some edits we needed to make to a screenplay we wrote together. I asked her about her relationship and life and next thing you know she was basically summarizing (accidentally) all of the hard things I’ve been thinking and feeling lately. I’ve…
I haven't been here for a little while because I published my first book, Naked, and am now a very important and busy person. Just kidding. I'm still the same old ME who mooned her neighbor this morning from my front window only to realize she was coming to my house to say "hi" and…
Continue reading ➞ I am Very Important Now: Instagram Updates and a Sizzle of Firefighters
At twenty-seven years old, M. E. Evans had just graduated from college, twice, and still had no idea what to do with her life besides frequent strip clubs and fantasize about being a woman known for a sort of vague, unnamed success. But when her plans to become a better version of herself are derailed…
I have a lot going on right now. There’s the book, Naked (In Italy), a dog, a baby, writing jobs, and sometimes I have to sort of clean my house. Sort of. So much shit. Literally, with a dog and a baby my life is mostly covered in some form of doody...please help). Trying to…
NAKED (In Italy) will be released soon! Pre-orders will be available soon! I'll keep you updated. Tell your fam, tell your sister-wives, tell your poker buddies and book club to grab a copy to keep me stocked in wine for all of the upcoming readings (if you've ever been to one of mine in the…
Continue reading ➞ Naked (In Italy): A Memoir About the Pitfalls of La Dolce Vita
Yesterday I came home from a little trip to a nearby cafe to find my dog, caked in shit. Human shit. Specifically toddler shit from a diaper he’d dragged out of the bathroom trash where my nanny had stuck her two-year-old’s diaper for reasons I have yet to understand and she’s lucky I love her…
