dead wood
Last year I spent a few weekends cutting and clearing vines that were choking my trees and cluttering my woods with debris. I was able to make a little headway, but not much. Over the summer, every so often I’d…
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Monthly Archive: November 2009
Book Review: How To Pray Well
I’ve mentioned this book twice before on my blog, once because it impressed me with its starkness, and once because of the whole imperfections versus sins difference. FTC ALERT! This book is being reviewed through the Catholic Blogger Book Review…
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update on The Boys Upstairs
I’m sorry to report that the owner of Lilley Press, which was scheduled to publish my novella The Boys Upstairs as an ebook this Thanksgiving, has decided to close the press. I’m glad for the experience of working with their…
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spoil the pen, spare the child
“I’m going to write a story!” said Kiddo#2 to me as we sat down to breakfast. My immediate urge was to exclaim, “No! Don’t do it — spare yourself!” I didn’t. If she’s got the story bug, telling her not…
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Writing, submitting, waiting
Never pray for patience: God will answer. For writers,there’s a better way to cope. Writing is not a field for the hurried. The novel you’re writing now, assuming everything goes as smoothly as possible, won’t see the shelves for two…
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Can you imagine?
The bus stop is always a fun place to have social interactions. They’re pleasant in Angelborough (as opposed to Angeltown, where the other women actively hated me) but there’s a culture gap. I live in a very small place (my…
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Imperfection
Ivy tells me that in Judaism, you can sin without knowing it, which frightens the heck out of me. In Christianity you have to know what you’re doing in order to sin. It’s the difference between an orthodoxy (believing right)…
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death online
On my parenting board this weekend, we found out one of the longtime members had died. It’s hit the board overall very hard. She was a much-loved member, and it was unexpected. I didn’t interact with this particular person all…
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My grandfather’s pen
My grandfather died when I was 5, but I have a few memories of him. I remember the moment I realized that I could always bring him a book while he sat in that orange easy chair, and I could…
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My daughter’s solid C
As I said yesterday, my daughter’s teacher will indeed be sighing with relief in June because I’m a subversive mom. Kiddo#2 is in third grade and learning to write cursive. She told me yesterday, “I can write a C in…
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