This week, please humor me by writing an infomercial for this product: OK, go! (But first: Are you going to make this an infomercial for a super-duper jumbo turbo vibratron? Really? Me too!) Well, before you proceed, here are the “rules” (YAWNNNN): You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This…Continue Reading
Archives for June 2008
It Never Quite Goes Away, Pt. 3
Part 1 Here. Part 2 Here. Far From the End So he’s trembling on my doorstep, clutching a ridiculous and probably stolen, bottle of wine. He’s sweat-soaked, too, which I discover is because he walked the 16 miles to my apartment in the late August sun. I’m surprised to see him, really, I…Continue Reading
Live and Let Live
I’ve been blogging since 2001. For many years, I remained content to write in my little corner of the universe, rarely reaching out to other bloggers and vice versa. In fact, I never promoted my blog, included its link in comments, or spoke about it much at all. Part of my seclusion arose from the…Continue Reading
It Never Quite Goes Away, Con’t
Intro to the Craziest Story on Earth In the Middle I returned to my friends at the bar, exactly at closing time. I clutched the artist’s phone number in my fist, and swooned in the back seat of the car, bedazzled and buzzing. That night he called to be sure I made it…Continue Reading
My New Notecards
I can’t even think of one sarcastic or funny thing to say here, as love struck as I am over my new notecards. Check it: I actually put my family name here, as in “The San Diego Mommasons.” Original, eh? Here’s the back of the card: Myra from Moon…Continue Reading
Why I Wish I Could Sing What I Write
How beautiful would it be to write your words, your truth, then be able to fully bring them to life through your voice, your eyes, your hands? I’ve often longed to sing certain poems I’ve written and have the words leap, writhe, and bloom physically through me. Like, it’s one thing to write about…Continue Reading
It Never Quite Goes Away
This past PROMPTuesday, I wrote a little snippet about someone hiding under my bed. In the story, this person was an undesirable someone. A someone you’d most definitely NOT want to find lurking under your bed. And it really happened. A lot really happened those 12 years ago, stuff that I’m going to…Continue Reading
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
Every morning now as I prepare her breakfast, Booger asks me for “sumting elf.” Not a species of fairfolk, no, rather, two-year-oldese for “something else.” So when it comes to food, a play destination, or outfits, I’m a magician with a hat, hoping to pull a rabbit or flying gerbil from the depths in an…Continue Reading
The Girls Are Back in Town
I went to a San Diego Blog Bitches dinner last night, and all I got was this lousy link to the most hysterical recap ever. I was going to post my own summary, but there’s no way I’m following this act.
July’s Book Club
This month, we’re reading Third Angel by Alice Hoffman. Another book by The Hoff I loved: Ice Queen.
Into the Void
The other day, I pushed learning-to-swim Toots into the pool. I know, I know. It’s just that she wanted desperately to jump off the edge into the shallow end (I’m not a total monster), hesitating time and again, yearning to jump, really struggling with herself and her fear of the unknown. And, suddenly, I…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #10: Dream Book
Welcome to PROMPTuesday! Glad you’re here. So, lucky number 10, huh? Right? Holy cridoodle. There’s been 10 PROMPTuesdays already! You’re all growing up right before my eyes. Soon, you’ll be pouring whiskey into Clinique trial hairspray bottles and sneaking into the janitor’s bathroom during your high school homecoming game to get buzzed. But you’ll forget…Continue Reading
