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
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Gullibility Level Orange
{{I’m telling this again. Because it’s come to my attention that I really need to start saying “no” more often. And this has nothing to do with the Kirby vacuum guy I allowed to stay in my home for 83 hours.}} I’m the person who believes almost anything. If you tell me a ridiculous…Continue Reading
BlogHer in Snippets
Back from BlogHer yesterday afternoon. I am putting my brain and heart back together. There are only memory blasts for today… The First Night: Overly large suitcase bumping down the stairs. Stiletto heels poking through canvas. Lane-changing drive to the hotel; horns honking, tires squealing, head bopping. Running to dinner in new shoes, wobbling…Continue Reading
Pine Trees and Potato Bugs, Again
{{Lots of changes afoot for me, if I accept them. It’s all made me think about my life. You know, more so than usual…}} For the first 10 years of my life, my family moved annually. My dad was a video game salesman in the early days when Space Invaders and Asteroids ruled the…Continue Reading
Mojo, Mojo, Wherefore Art Thou?
I’m re-posting this because apt, much? Here, again is my step-by-step guide to getting your mojo back: Go here! No, there! I said, here! Jump. Jump harder! Not that hard! Think, think, think. Get that brain going! Let the thoughts flow in, flow out. Too much flow! Stuff going…Continue Reading
A Story Again
I first posted this in 2008, but was thinking about it today. Thinking mainly how it feels I’m losing my memory, and am thankful for details I wrote down three years ago… I often pretended Maura Dominiak’s nooks and crannies house were mine. Big, rustic, rife with wood, and usually empty of parental supervision.…Continue Reading
Hanging Upside Down
I heard it when I volunteered in my daughter’s kindergarten class last year. “Dogs must be colored brown or black,” her teacher told her as Toots reluctantly put down the blue crayon. I rose from the table where I’d been organizing glue sticks and went to my daughter’s desk. “At home you can color…Continue Reading
Climbing the Steps
“Do you think of your life?” I couldn’t ask, because we don’t talk that way. But I watched his eyes squint nonetheless. “Do you think of your life, Dad?” The words seeps from my fingers instead. It’s the only way to get them down. They’re not something I say out loud. It…Continue Reading
Education Kills Creativity
I feel quite strongly about this subject, and will post about it next week, but for now… I’m curious what you think… (I’d like to thank @stillsoul for tweeting this earlier and reminding me it exists.)
Dear Diary…
The below is inspired by my friend Morgan’s Blog Hop over at Little Hen House… Back when I was a moony kid, I read this book called “The Popularity Plan” raptly and foolishly, over and over again. In my room. While other girls my age were out seeing a movie or getting Baskin…Continue Reading
Bathing Suit Checkpoint: Week Four
Swimming suit before/after.
What Do We Do?
We were exhausted. The weekend turned out lovely but was long and filled with hours of swimming and holiday excess. At about 5:00 last night my left lid began to twitch, and another wild-eyed mom approached me to say, “That was me last night. It means you’re tired.” And if I were done, you should…Continue Reading
