Best Of…

Crazy Sane


Why not?


Have you ever written a “best of” recap for your favorite posts? I think you should. I’m going to do it. Because I’m so good at self promotion (see below). Several of these have appeared in other forums, because I only write a few passable things a year and just keep posting them over and over again. See how I do that? Sleight of hand!


You do a best of, too? And give me your link? I want to read your soul.




Into the Great White Open, Under Them Skies of Blue

Sometimes I mistake it for melancholy. And maybe now and then it is. She absorbs moods, energies, feelings instantly and spits them back out like a crazy spigot, but after the initial flood, she settles into quiet reflection. It’s almost as if she’s saturated by the sheer intensity of her emotion and can’t take more in.

More from Into the Great White Open…





In my early 20s, I blind dated a man who, upon seeing a tiny puppy yanked mercilessly on its leash by a teen-ager, jumped up from our shared frozen yogurt to confront the kid.

More from Inaction




Moonglow and Fairy Drops

“Mommy, is Peter Pan real?”
Toots asks me a question like that every day. And used to be, I floundered with my answer. Of course, I want to tell her “yes,” unequivocally, indubably, resoundingly yes. Yes! God yes! Please. We need more of your kind. Believers in the fantastic, the magic, the it-can-happen.

More from Moonglow and Fairy Drops




The Phoenix

This blog saved my life.

Not in a suicide prevention way, well not really, although my creativity was dying a slow, self-induced death, but in a letting in the light kind of way.

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My Town

In a pink plastic car sits a child of two, singing for the extra assurance of her daddy’s hand as she steers down the boardwalk. Mom licks an ice cream cone, bending down to share when the girl looks up, with chocolate mouth and magicked eyes.

More from My Town




Easy Like

It’s 5:45AM and the weight of my daughter’s shadow teases my eyes open. Her nose brushes my ear, and a beat later, a soft tug on the covers tells me she is waiting to gain entrance to our bed. I open the sheets and she slides in, placing her head like a Jenga under my arm. A teeny peep from a few precious feet away belies the presence of our youngest, who is snuggled next to my husband.

More from Easy Like


Judging from the above, 2008 was a good year.


And, the real reason I’m posting this is because I think I’m going to be exposed today, and I didn’t know what else to put here.


5 Responses to “Best Of…”

  1. Trish says:

    I have a best of page, but I don’t call it that. Puts too much pressure on me. I should call it “Posts I don’t think Suck.” But instead, I call it “The Breakdown.” A little pun. I know. Dorky. Sue me. Here’s the link:

  2. San Diego Momma says:

    My lawyer will be calling your lawyer.

    Also, did I say “Best of?” I meant “Best I Got.”

  3. Is it weird that I got excited when I saw this was your “Best I Got”?

    Because even if it’s weird, I did.

    And either way, I can’t wait to read these.

    2008 was a good year for me, too. But I didn’t know you.


  4. The Sweetest says:

    I think your writing is most awesome, so I can’t wait to go back and read your “best” posts. I do have a page of sort-of best posts, mostly the ones that I am most proud of. The ones that aren’t too dear-diary-ish.

  5. Ferd says:

    This was fun!
    It was fun re-reading a few of those. It was weird seeing a comment of mine from 2008! I’ve been hanging around for a while, I guess.

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