My son Christian has had an invisible dragon-friend since he was two years old. He's blue (I haven't puzzled out the contradictory twist of physics by which "blue" and "invisible" can coincide as descriptors) and about the size of a big toe. A pocket-dragon, you could say--though I'm given to understand that most often he … Continue reading The Mom with the Dragon Tattoo
Month: October 2011
Wicked Stepma, Advice Columnist
Parenting by text-message... I haven't been up so much at night with a youngster since I had infants in the house--but I'm honored to be called upon. Our teenager broke up with his girlfriend yesterday after six months together (which rightly translates to Very Serious Relationship in high-school-world). He stayed over at a friend's house … Continue reading Wicked Stepma, Advice Columnist
Lucky Thirteen
Two years ago today my hubby and I scheduled our anniversary. That is to say, we scampered over to the courthouse (for a HAPPY reason--a novelty in itself for a pair of recovering alcoholics like us) and tied the knot. Lucky Thirteen, that's our anniversary. Never mind that it was a Tuesday morning--clearly we're not … Continue reading Lucky Thirteen
I pledge not to blog about NaNoWriMo. (oops. Dammit.)
Well, just for a minute, then. I did take the step yesterday of adding my name to the rolls of the Certifiably Insane, also known as NaNoWriMo Participants--and even went so far as to publicly admit to my foolishness with a participant-badge on the side of my blog. [def. NaNoWriMo Participant: (n.) crazy-ass writer who … Continue reading I pledge not to blog about NaNoWriMo. (oops. Dammit.)
Travel Writing: our “Pirate Code” for the Road
[This post is featured as a "guest blog" at Clan Elves of the Bitterroots. Please stop by to check out their other authors!] Surely I have the world’s best job: I get to Travel, and I get to Write about it. My Travel Sidekick (a.k.a. Husband) and I have sketched out some “road rules” for … Continue reading Travel Writing: our “Pirate Code” for the Road
Cemetery Census
My sister and I grew up with a shared fascination for cemeteries. We loved "browsing" headstones, intrigued by the family groupings, the ages to which people lived (graveyards are no doubt responsible for my earlier math skills, as well as my "fluency" in Roman numerals), and the given names that were popular at different times. … Continue reading Cemetery Census
Confessions of a “Street Minister”
While I'm in line at the visitors' window of our county jail, I'm invariably asked by another collared personage what church I serve. My most honest answer is "The Little Converted Crack-House," which is how we jokingly refer to our A.A. home group. (Before I joined the Recovery Community, I actually assumed this bustling little … Continue reading Confessions of a “Street Minister”
Kana's Chronicles 