At My House…
* It’s snowing. And sticking. * Colds are returning. Tissues disappearing. Noses reddening. * Term is ending. Papers printing. Folders […]
¡Olé!
So I’m trying to imbed a video. It’s not happening. For some science-y reason. But there you go. Nonetheless, take
I am Writer, Hear Me Tap-tap-tap
So, so many times I’ve had this discussion: What makes you a writer? Well, I write. Okay, but when did
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What is this feeling?
So there’s sadness. Grief. Sorrow. My sweet, wonderful, generous, laughing, picture-taking, movie-loving, wave-running, Beach Boys-listening, Elvis-adoring, milk-drinking, compliment-giving father-in-law passed
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Writing
Nope. Not that kind. In fact, I have nothing to report on the Creating Something front. No, I’m talking about
Look!
Yesterday it was a thin layer of icy snow. Today? Slickshiny mud, with a small fat red tulip-tip peeking out.
Half
Does it feel like Thursday was a long time ago to anyone else? Yikes. And I’ve been Momming and Playing
Sugar, Baby
It’s been a week. A week with no sugar.* I’m feeling really awesome. Mostly psychologically awesome, since I have come
Which is Better?
Sometimes people ask impossible questions. Such as, if you could only be one kind, which kind of writer would you