Author: Kana Smith
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The inflatable vest worn by a Scuba diver is called the BC, or Buoyancy Compensator. It connects to the diver’s air tank, and can be used to control buoyancy—the level in the water where the diver wants to hover or cruise. Add a little air with the inflator button to rise slightly in the water,…
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A blogging-friend emailed me today to say she has finished her novel (pause here to CHEER for her!) and she wondered what I thought about self-publishing versus finding an agent and traditional publisher. I have no authority or experience on this question, having neither written nor published a book–though husband and two sons are pretty…
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Ah, trick question! Of course you wouldn’t bury an owl, because the Migratory Bird Act makes it illegal in the United States to be in possession of even an owl feather, let alone the entire dead bird. (Or three.) So of course this post is entirely a work of fiction. (Cough, cough.) Last summer I…
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It’s March of Dimes time… People with preemies are gearing up around the nation for the annual fund-raising walk. At this time of year eight years ago, my mother managed to get me away from the hospital (where my two-pound daughter was incarcerated in Neonatal Intensive Care) for a few hours to do some shopping and to…
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This isn’t the post I was going to write today, but a thought-provoking interaction online has me starting with that title. It’s a title that would be objectionable to the person to whose comment I’m responding–but I should back up and share the scenario first. A friendly fellow blogger re-blogged yesterday’s post about building a…
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Blogging isn’t intended to be a numbers-game, but most of us would be lying if we said we didn’t note our own numbers. (See “Confessions of a Statistics Slut” for proof of my own profligacy in this regard…) A blogging-friend asked the other day about growing a readership on WordPress, so here’s what I have…
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Originally posted on Kathryn M. McCullough: God knows where she got the idea. It could have been a case of matrimonial dementia. Maybe a madness triggered by long hours of high-stakes toddler-tending and potty training. Whatever its origin, it proved to be an episode of insanity whose symptoms included both bloggerly excess and bridal distress. It took the form of something my friend Tori…



what an apt description–I know that feeling too! Like thumbing the wheel of a lighter when there’s not enough fuel…