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What if I loved all the things I’m supposed to? Yeah. Different. I wish I didn’t hate this: 1. Dusting. But I do. I hate it. It isn’t remotely satisfying to me to do it, or even to have done it. Just hate it. Too bad. 2. The MoTab Choir. Ack. I know. I am

So yesterday turned out to be one of those days where almost nothing like sitting around happened. Remember me? The one who loves sitting around? But there were friends to move and excellent manuscripts (not mine) to review and weights to lift and tubs to unclog (ick – new one for Love to Hate) and

Mmmm. I’m eating breakfast. Yes, right now. Yes, in front of the computer. * Here’s what I’m having: Delicious, crunchy homemade granola layered parfait-style with Amaretto Cheesecake yogurt** and fat, sweet blueberries. Mmmm. *Don’t tell Husband. He’d freak. And don’t tell Kids, either, because they’d tell Husband. **It’s a Weight Watchers thing. I’m not on

I know it’s nothing earth-shattering. And it’s better than it used to be. Being in the thirties has some powerful compensations. But still… I wish I could just feel confident. I wish that I didn’t fret. But I do, like an old woman, flitting from one unfinished project to the next, worrying. About what someone

This is a little thing I just wrote, about my take on an unscheduled event during our vacation. This all (sort of- with my artistic license) happened to Kid 1, in a life-changing way. I was there, but only sort of. By the time anything became remotely dangerous, I was jogging up the beach with

I love words. Not in a grammar-snob sense (although I do cringe when phrases like “we seen” and “we gone” come out of mouths employed by my children’s school district…). Just good words make me happy. Words like ill-gotten. Unfettered. Nether regions. Persnickety. Crapulent. Vague. Apothecary. Food words make me happy too: Garnish. Capers. Saute.

I have a fun, fabulous Book Event! Tomorrow (July 15th) around noon at Jordan Landing, I will be book talking with the lovely and talented Ally Condie and Lisa Mangum.* We’re having treats** and talking about books and possibly writing a novel on the fly with many hilarious inputs from our audience. Come and Play!

Even after Best Vacations Ever, it feels good to be home. A totally loaded-up 1998 Chrysler minivan holding many dirty kids and much luggage can still go 91 miles per hour in the Columbia Gorge. A ticket in Oregon for 91 in a 65 zone is $465. There are nice, generous, polite , soft-spoken sheriffs’