One day you’re twenty-eight-year-old young woman sitting in your shitty apartment in Prior Lake smoking cigarettes and tossing HTML For Dummies on the floor and the next you’re a forty-seven-year-old cranky old goat sitting in…
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Something to be Smug About
After forty-seven years on this planet I can admit I do not have very much to be smug about. I’m not wildly popular or famous or fashionable or beautiful or sexy or rich or ambitious…
Day 7 of 200: 18 Years of IWillDare.com
Holy buckets! Eighteen years of this here website. EIGHTEEN YEARS. If IWillDare.com was a human she would vote in the next election (Erin Murphy! Angie Craig!). She’d probably be going off to a sensible state…
A Typewriter of One’s Own: On 17 Years of Blogging
On Monday, the actual date of IWillDare.com’s 17th anniversary, I only remembered the event for about 10 minutes over lunch. Then I got swept away in the Scaramucci news and freezing some green beans. You…
The Long, Dark Journey to a New Web Host & Other Whinings
First of all, how you like the new digs? I figured with all that was going on the least I could do was freshen this joint up. What was going on? Well, I’m glad you…
Holy Shit, People, I Will Dare (.com) is 16 years old today!
Get a load of this, if my blog were a human, she could go take her driver’s license test today. And if she were like me she would totally ruin her 16th birthday by failing…
Return of the Grievous Blogger
Wanna know why I’ve not written lo these many weeks? Because spending a majority of your waking hours taking care of four boys ages ten to sixteen (and one adorable dog) will turn your brain…
On the 15th Anniversary of I Will Dare (.com)
When I started iwilldare.com Bill Clinton was president. Of all the things that used to be in 2000, when I started this website, that’s the one that makes it feel the most aged. When I…
Today is I Will Dare’s 14th Anniversary!
And on this day back at the turn of the century (2000) I Will Dare (dot com, not the song) blinked into existence. I’m not feeling too wise or in the mood to pontificate on…
Sometimes I Forget It’s Not 2003
I am typing this one-handed at 9:01 p.m. on this thunderstormy Thursday. I’m using the other hand to shove a peanut butter & jelly sandwich into my gaping maw. It is the first of a…