Thanks so much for helping raise my daughter right. Really, it’s comforting to know that not everyone believes in over-scheduling, and that random play and frolic are valuable and swimming is fundamental; T-ball optional. And so while I praised the heavens for wise sages such as yourself and for your generous sharing of the…Continue Reading
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Fall of The Vegan Empire, And More
Do you remember how I went on and on about this, and then this? How I so smugly threw about the words, “chickpea?” and “organic” and “no white sugar” and bladdedy blahblah? Well, today, this happened: OK, actually the three things on the right happened on Sunday. And also today. And…Continue Reading
Can I Ask A Quick Question?
I’m wondering if I’m a crack mom for not enrolling Toots in any classes this year. Last summer, we tried ballet, and she’s been on and off in Gymstars…but have there been any classes you’ve put your kids in that you’ve loved and/or that taught them discipline and to stop talking about killing things? …Continue Reading
I Have a Dream. (201st Post!)
I have but few dreams. Firstly, I’d like to finish my middle grade book, sell it, make enough money to live comfortably in San Diego, have a pool like Cheri’s, and support my family churning out Harry Potter-esque books in my fully automated custom-made sunlit writer’s/inventor’s (just because) loft. I’d also like to open…Continue Reading
Like Mother, Like Daughter (dba Should I Worry?)
Me, at the dinner table: OK, everyone tell me about their day. My four year-old-daughter, Toots: A real day or an imaginary day? Me, playing along: An imaginary day. Toots: OK, so there was this monster, and… (pausing)…Mommy? Can I say the word ‘killed’ just this once? (holding her finger up in…Continue Reading
Epicness
It’s noon here in San Diego and everybody in my family is asleep. I tried to close my eyes for awhile, but had so many things running through my head and then Merle Haggard did gone and woke me up for good. I wish you could see me now: laptop perched on lap, bear…Continue Reading
BAD ASS
I totally got into a fight at Legoland. Wait, let me word that in a more mature fashion: I entered into an altercation at Legoland. I’ve always been one to champion the underdog. I’ll have to write about this later. Right after I pick the curly straws out of my butt. …Continue Reading
It’s Best to Leave it At This
I’ve been out in the real world for days now, with no Internet connection, Twitter, or e-mail access and it’s been weird. I’m actually not speaking in acronyms or hitting “Enter” after I make a comment. And I wrote a long post all about how I went to the zoo and the beach and…Continue Reading
Flowery Bullet Points
Sinus Infection: Manufactured enough snot to feed an entire colony of bone-eating snot flowers. I realize that for this sentence to work, it should be: snot-eating bone flowers. But I’m not a scientist. (Or a marine biologist?) If I were, I’d opt for a totally different naming convention for weird things, like “Weird Thing with…Continue Reading
Better Late Than Never?
Here’s my PROMPTuesday submission: I shuffled through the milk crates stuffed with LPs. My knickers chafed uncomfortably, spurred by the hot sweatiness of the St. Mary’s gymnasium. Wet slicked down my back as I pulled out Supertramp’s album. The one with “Goodbye Stranger.” I planned my outfit with him in mind. We had…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday, Exercise #4: My First Love
No intro today. Just this: Write about your first love. Work the phrase, “Beauty in the shadows,” into the piece. This one can go to 250 words. Other “rules” (air quotes implied and used ironically): You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and…Continue Reading
I Have Plans, Many Plans
Well, let’s see. I don’t think I’m a planner. I try to be, really, really try to be, yet there’s some synapsal tangle in my brain that prevents me from actually following through on said plans, or rather, I follow through, but not in that perfectly logistical way you see other moms do. …Continue Reading
