Frequently asked, or presumably asked, questions about me and my site.

FAQS

Q: What exactly is this blog about?
A: Crunchy Cursive is a place where I can write about whatever is on my mind. A “mommyblog,” a personal blog, a place to exercise my writer’s brain, if you will. I wish I could offer a more helpful web log that reviewed movies, shared recipes, or gave great gardening tips, but I can’t. I never really focus on one subject or project for very long, so I just write about whatever is a priority in my mind on any given day. I do hope to connect with my readers on something – anything – every once and a while, and I’m really delighted when that happens.

Q: Who would give you a degree in journalism?
A: The University of Akron. Go Zips! I transferred there after one year at Cuyahoga Community College, followed by one semester at Mercyhurst College. After four and a half long years at Akron, a piece of paper says “Congrats! You are smart and owe us a LOT OF MONEY.”

Q: Do you buy everything you feature from Etsy?
A: No. I am in a marriage where both partners are not allowed uncontrolled, impulsive spending. This rule was set up after the camping equipment and Half-Price Books fiascoes of 2004.

Q: Is your fish Tim the Enchanter still alive? You don’t take pictures of him anymore.
A: Rest in peace Tim.

Q: Who designed the template for this blog?
A: My wonderful husband designed this site. The blog is powered by WordPress and hosted by BlueHost.

Q: Do you accept outside advertising?
A: Really? Sure! I’ll do other things for money too – please inquire by email. (THIS IS A JOKE, Mom)

Q: What is a DUNKIT?
A: You know when you were a kid and everything tasted better dunked in chocolate ice cream? Potato chips, gummy bears, french fries, bubblegum. Yeah, my DUNKITS are kind of like that. Things I love dunked in other things I love.

Q: What will happen to me if I steal material off this site without permission?
A: Please don’t take my writing, my photos, or my videos off this site without written permission from me, the author. If you do, I will have to subjugate you to hours and hours of watching That 70s Show while wearing too-tight pantyhose and listening to Sheryl Crow in the background.