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Greetings, you glorious jerks—I’m Marie.

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that you took time out of your day to hang with my crazy ass. Here you’ll find ridiculous shit like idiotic blog posts, stupid pet pics, and news about my upcoming memoir, We’re All Mad Here. Sign up below if any of that sounds remotely appealing.

This is a place where authenticity is the only rule: show up as your weirdest, wildest, and wartiest self—that’s your best self and the only one I’m interested in. You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to have your shit together. You don’t even have to wear pants. I’m certainly not.

I want to hear from you!

I want to know how you show up in the world and what you’re doing to make sure you are seen for the mythical fucking miscreant I know you are. I want to hear about your best days and (especially) your most mortifying fuckups. I want you to love all the parts of you—especially the parts you think others can’t or won’t love. That’s where your magic is.

And it’s amazing.

We’re All Mad Here

an (in)elegant memoir

"A hilariously honest collection of revealing works." —Kirkus Reviews

If it’s not one thing, it’s a mother.

Fiercely opinionated and unapologetically peculiar, Marie Kuipers points to her New Jersey upbringing for her no-f*cks-given philosophy. As for why she spent most of her adult life underemployed, she credits her mom—who believes she knows better than God Himself—for that.

As if ties to the Dirty Jerz and Ol’ Sky Dad weren’t enough, add a psychotic catfishing ex-husband, a lifesaving Solo cup, heaps of grief, and a dash of Lyme, and you’ve got the recipe for a (mostly) hilarious roller-coaster ride of a read.

We’re All Mad Here dares to peer behind the curtain of one woman’s unhinged life. Meet Bucky, the depraved, wildly inappropriate rescue pup. Join her in censuring such horrors as murderous umbrellas and, obviously, Steely Dan. Experience the epiphany that saves a beloved rooster from an evil HOA Karen. Bond over such atrocities as puke, the patriarchy, and plus-sized effrontery. Find unexpected solace in a simple feather.

We’re All Mad Here forms the gooey center of a Venn diagram for “dark,” “irreverent,” and “raucously funny.”

This collection of sketches explores life as an outlier in a family bound by generational trauma. For everyone who has dreamed of conquering calamity, embracing chaos, or banging a hot vampire, We’re All Mad Here plunges you into a maelstrom of heartbreak, hilarity, and, finally, forgiveness.

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