Most terrifying night of my life as a single mom. I was home alone getting ready for bed when my 600 pound fridge tipped forward… and then it didn’t stop. It slammed into me and pinned me against the counter. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe right. My kids were in the house. I genuinely didn’t know if I was getting out of that alive. Thank God my phone was in my pocket and I was able to call 911. Thank god it didn’t fall on my kids. It took three firefighters to lift it off me. I’m still shakin

Oh Chit: Inside the Rise of a Comedy Character

in my new book I write about the unraveling of my marriage, becoming a single mom, and dating after divorce… the messy, scary, absurd stuff so many women go through. It reads like a thriller, (but don’t worry I still made it funny. ) Grab the book at the link in my bio, and if you want more of the story, watch my Punk Rock Sober episode on YouTube too. @Punk Rock Sober