Begone! Psssssshft!
Back when I was a bright-eyed neophyte philangelus, I was equipped with a train pass, all of Manhattan, and the freedom to wander wherever I pleased as long as I walked in the door at least one minute before my…
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Monthly Archive: April 2010
stereoscopic writing
One of my online writing groups asked what advice we’d give to the next generation of writers. I supplied this: Learn to think others’ thoughts. Learn to put them on and take them off again. This develops compassion. But more…
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my violin gets a tune-up
I asked my kids’ violin instructor if I could have a lesson because “something is wrong.” She played my violin for a bit and agreed that something was wrong but couldn’t identify what. The violin needed love. She told me…
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a writer gets needled
While at the writing conference this Saturday, I sporadically pulled out my knitting. Between classes or waiting for pitch sessions, the needles and the yarn were a calming influence. Plus, knitting told me something about myself that I did not…
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Reporting back from the FictionFest
I ended up at a the Connecticut FictionFest this weekend despite myself. I wanted to go last year but couldn’t because it conflicted with Kiddo#2’s First Holy Communion (I joked at first “I’ll miss you, honey!”) and this year I…
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The undead, the beautiful, and the very disappointed
My mother advised that before choosing a neighborhood, we go to the local grocery store and observe. My fourth grade teacher said the same thing: the only people who don’t have to go to the grocer store are the super-super…
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That Mom almost strikes again
Kiddo#2 brought home a notice stating that the Angelborough Elementary School was going to be making teacher assignments soon, and that they want to know our preferences even though they will completely ignore them. The letter states that they want…
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Of angels and auto mechanics
No, not about my novel with the auto mechanic who can see her guardian angel. I know you love when those guys show up, but sorry — this one’s the real deal. My Patient Husband’s windshield wipers have been on…
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A littler marathon
The torch is yet again passing through the ranks. Now it is Kiddo#4 who has learned to put the money in the church collection basket. Just about every family that attends our church has the children put their offering in…
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Quite possibly, an answer
Your general verdict seems to be that I am not, in fact, sarcastic, despite having run a weblog for two and a half years claiming to serve up sarcasm on a daily basis, but no one offered a solution as…
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