Monthly Archives: March 2013
Philosophy…not just the talk on a cereal box
I attended a small, Jesuit, liberal arts college. They had a fantastic Biology department, which is why I chose them. That, and they freaking loved me. I mean, “they mailed me blank applications weekly until I finally turned one in,” … Continue reading
Cabin Fever
Never have I had it so bad as I do this year. My husband does, too. I don’t know how people survived in the “olden days”, when they truly were trapped in their cabins for months on end. No visitors, … Continue reading
Coming Up For Air
I just finished Justin Cronin’s The Passage. Now, I have a soft spot for post-apocalyptic fiction; King’s The Stand is one of my favorite books. My very first one, though, was Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, a book that still … Continue reading
Tradition!
Fifteen years ago, my then-boyfriend and I decided to cook a corned beef and cabbage dinner together, for another couple. Afterward, the four of us crowded around a small table in his apartment’s kitchen and enjoyed the simple meal. I … Continue reading
When Tragedy Strikes
Too many horrible things have happened here this week, and today’s news was the worst. I can’t get into it, but it involved a mother and child. So very few words today. I held my children close, and said a … Continue reading
I Am A Dork.
I am socially awkward. Most of the time I think I conceal it. After thirty-(something) years of struggling with shyness upon meeting new people, of being afraid to say the wrong thing (and often doing so!), I can usually fake … Continue reading
My Voice
I think I have found it. While it’s not what I had initially looked for, I think I’m OK with what it is. More words tomorrow.
A Full Day, Indeed.
Too many words written already today; I have just a few left in me for this post. But important ones: I’m beginning to feel like a writer. And I let someone else read my fiction. Huge step, but she liked … Continue reading
Spring Forward
Today, just a few words, and a picture worth a thousand. I ran. In capris (and black lace hipsters which, while adorable, did not stay put and must never be worn beneath running pants again). Spring is almost here. And … Continue reading
A Funny Story for a Sunday
First off, you’ll be pleased to know I managed to get the stick out of my ass yesterday. Spending the day immersed in reading my novel helped immensely. A night out with my husband helped more. Dinner at a local, … Continue reading
Inane Prattle 