Archive for November, 2009

I have a four-year-old daughter. She is amazing in many ways: she is a singer and songwriter (true fact!), and stubborn, and a big fan of questioning authority, and hysterically funny. She likes to climb up and hang on with both arms and legs, so I call her Possum. This morning, I asked her to […]

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A very few times in my life, someone has said something actually useful to me. When I was in my mid-20s (yes, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth…) my grandmother died. I was sad. She was old, she had been sick most of her life, it wasn’t a surprise… but I was still sad, and […]

November is National Novel Writing Month. So what the hell are you doing reading this? Get out there and write your novel! More to the point, what the hell am I doing writing this? Well… I’m procrastinating, as usual, and I’m ok with that. I am not going to “win” National Novel Writing Month, or […]

I found a post that suggested declaring “Don’t Stop Believin’” our new national anthem. Now, I don’t have anything in particular against Don’t Stop Believin’ (except for the fact that I’m sick to death of it, thank you Sopranos and White Sox and Glee and Rock of Ages…) but I’m a little confused about the […]

We’ve all got H1N1. Possum is sick, cranky, and weepy: “Mommy my head is ouching!” “I know, sweetie; the medicine will make you feel better” (in tears) “No it willn’t!”

Now THAT’s love! Cynara Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed […]