{{Another re-post.}} “Mommy? Do you love me?” I cringe. Not because I hate the question, but because I hate she has to ask it. I used to ask my mom the same thing, over and over again, every day, and I never received a satisfactory answer. Seems my daughter isn’t either. …Continue Reading
Archives for August 2011
Five Social Faux Pas of Yore
1. Shucking and jiving in the St. Mary’s school office, laughing with Don Caruso, the popular boy. Fart voluminously, wetly, and lingeringly; endure complete silence. 2. Frolicking at an Indigo Girls concert, mistake friendly lesbian’s threat of “I’m going to kiss you” for “let’s be platonic pals.” Go in for a peck on the…Continue Reading
Whenever I Call You Friend
{{I’m re-posting this because it came up in conversation last night, and it’s always good to revisit the topic of who surrounds you.}} I’ve had occasion lately to think about friends because I’ve met so many new people since I logged online. Count up the folks I’ve encountered through blogging and Twitter and it’s…Continue Reading
Keep Writing
Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo. I found this on Google Plus the other day (credit to original sharer), and it spoke to me like nothing I’ve seen on the craft of writing. I feel exactly this way: I’m not done “baking” as a writer; there’s so much more…Continue Reading
Big Birthdays
My dad and I. Do you see the look of terror disguised as happy-go-lucky in our eyes? It’s because big celebrations frighten us. I’m pretty sure it was because my mom was German. Just thinking how I’m going to be…older than I am now for my upcoming birthday, and how I never properly…Continue Reading
A Thousand Little Pieces
You may have noticed the rash of re-posts lately, which I’m using to fill blog gaps while I do the million things I’m doing. I’ve tried to resist the feeling that I must publish something…worthy. A story, an anecdote, a vlog even. Because you know, that’s what you’re supposed to do to keep your blog…Continue Reading
High School, In Outfits
{{This is a re-post.}} I can’t remember much about the person I was in high school. That teen identity sorta fused with the person I am now (frighteningly similar) and the girl-woman I perceived myself to be during that time. I’m quite sure I came across as goofy, overly earnest, and random. I do…Continue Reading
Speaking of Hypochondria… (A Re-Post)
I’m the kind of person who goes to the doctor and then tries to resolve every single medical concern I’ve had over the year. No matter if I’m at the appointment for gout, I’ll also ask if it’s weird my nose has grown two sizes in six months, what’s up with my butt, why I’m…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday Interlude
Enjoy the interlude music: PROMPTuesday will return in September!
Your Hypochondriac Child: What Not To Do
In the interest of full disclosure, it must be known that I’m a raging hypochondriac. There’s no disease I haven’t researched nor suffered from in my mind. I try to keep this mental affliction from my kids, but it’s recently become clear that I’m a little transparent. Also unfortunately, my oldest daughter shares my irrational…Continue Reading
San Diegans? Help the Kids Korps.
Kids Korps USA is taking school supply donations for foster youth and the children of active military, and it’d be real nice if you could help. Kids Korp, a youth volunteer organization, partnered with Starbucks for its “Fill a Backpack… Feed a Mind” initiative and is asking interested folks to bring any of the…Continue Reading
France Comes Back
He told me to take a picture with my eyes. Look at the building of stones in front of us, awash in white twinkle upon French onyx sky and let the sight sink in. Absorb it, he said. Don’t look away like most people do, just allow the lines and the edges and the…Continue Reading
