There’s No Porn Here: Hippocampus Redirect

“One Way”, by Andrea Schafthuizen

I don’t doubt that the universe has an oddball sense of humor.

  • I spent five years and a hefty sum getting a PhD that I don’t use. But I wouldn’t have met my husband, had my children, or become a writer if I’d stayed along that path.
  • In high school, I threw my math books at the wall, and now I have a daughter who’s a math savant. I’m frequently confused.
  • We rescued a shelter dog, and discovered he’s allergic to almost everything, including grass. Dog walks bring on hives.
  • I live almost entirely in my head, but last year a concussion turned my brain to soupy mush. I learned the value of creative patience.

The universe is amused, and I can’t help joining in the laughter. Especially with my latest find. It turns out that the recent spike in visitors to my site has an unlikely cause. They’re here to find some porn. What a disappointment.

If you’d like to know the risqué details, check out the February issue of Hippocampus where I dish on this writer’s life. Fully clothed, of course.

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