I'm constantly thinking of things I want to write about. Some ideas become nine-hundred word posts. Some ideas don't become.  ......
I have gobs of titles with no words to follow. Some float around in my head.  Other titles flood my "Notes" app on my phone. These titles stay just titles for a couple of reasons. Sometimes it's because I end up getting too busy and lose passion for the topic; other times I lack creative energy.
But more often, I have a title that begs an answer I don't have. Answers often come with experience which brings about perspective. Sometimes I'm inexperienced.  Sometimes I'm just a slow learner.
That's where you come in. I'm serious. There are burning questions for which I need answers (and I'm probably not the only one). So I'm looking for guest writers... (people who can type words).  Really, that's all you need to be able to do.

Or maybe you have your own "dying to share with the world" topic.

In either event type it up in the next week or so (or tonight). Send the response to one of these titles or a self-inspired guest post to me in an email. Pretty please.  It's my Christmas wish.  I'll make you a Christmas treat.  Or maybe I'll buy you one.  (Read on. I can't cook.)

Here are the titles:

How to get your dog to stop barking at the mailman

Griffin and Ashlee, our canine friends, bark ferociously and incessantly at the mailman every day for about twenty-five minutes.  This, and the fact that we're terrible at taking care of our yard, makes us the worst neighbors on Memphis Avenue. How do we get them to stop? Someone help.

A Christmas Story

Relay a Christmas story from this week or when you were a kid. With pictures. I love stories. I love pictures too.

When you Know you Shouldn't Worry; How Not to

I know the anti-worrying scripture (Cast your cares on the LORD....) but I'm still a ball of worry. Worry, worry, worry.  What you know and what you feel are two different things.  How do you live secure when so many fragile things are perched about you? Give more advice than just pray, but that's good too.

Foolproof recipes for Christmas

I'm not shy about telling this. I can't cook.  I guess its really more of a warning. The kids once mistook my burritos for lasagna.  I need a couple of recipes and maybe a short story about where you got the recipe or a story about something bad you've cooked before (to make me feel better).

How to decorate a Christmas tree without it looking like you have twelve years of different fads hanging on boughs.

One year I loved all things black and bought black Christmas balls and felt ribbon to go on the tree.  The next year it was all those bright hues- hot pink and turquoise... I bought some antique looking ornaments at our youth garage sale not too long ago. Then there was burlap. I never buy enough to fill the tree.  I simply add things that have no business sharing tree space.  Suggestions?

Why forty is fabulous.....or is it?

Twenty four days is all I have before I hit forty.  I hear it's fabulous.  Is it true?  What does it mean if you've felt forty for the latter part of your thirties and it was more flabbergasting than fabulous?

Your Thoughts About Santa

I have many thoughts.  And they fight each other.

Things to get a Man for Christmas

I drew the name of two of my brother-in-laws for Christmas (or would it be brothers-in law-that sounds so weird).  I have no idea what to get them and quite frankly I never have any idea what to get Jason or Hayden for that matter.  Men are hard to buy for.  I would love to hear from a man on this.  Any ideas (in addition to gift cards)?

How to prepare for your kid going off to college (both emotionally and all the other stuff)

I have a lot of friends, and I mean a lot (because a lot of you are older than me) that have already went through this traumatic event they call "the Senior year".  I need help in knowing how to sit back and enjoy it when there is little time and so much to do, including moping.

Why it's ok to wear the same pair of socks several days in a row if your feet don't stink.

Jason recently realized that I'd been wearing the same pair of black and gray socks for several days.  I know that sounds bad.  But I think the litmus test for sock changing should be based on smell rather than the number of days. My feet don't stink. What are your thoughts on sock changing?

Meant to say "All feet are not created equal".  I should stop now.

Wait.  Did I mention I love guest posts?

Send your post response or your thoughts on another matter.

kristiburden@gmail.com