Author: Kana Smith
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Once upon a time, I taught courses in college-level English Rhetoric, as well as college-level introductory Biology. This morning I got to combine those disparate background-bits to work on a freelance assignment–writing 6,000 words of rhetoric (and making a damn good case, if I say so myself) for something I don’t believe at all. Six…
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I was going to title this in the singular–“My Very Bad Habit“–but I can’t, even in jest, pretend there’s only one. This is the one of which I’m most ashamed, and therefore (perversely) the one I’m writing about. I spent some thirty-five years turning up my nose at people who indulged in this same habit,…
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For those of you who already saw this a few months back, I apologize for the repetition–but as I have many new readers (and many new blogs I read on my iPad) since the original post, I wanted to share this information again… Since I first posted this, I have met exactly TWO bloggers who…
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We had a joyful houseful last week for the holidays–my parents visiting from northern Idaho AND our three youngest kids. Last year at this time we had lost all custody rights to the kids due to our alcoholic relapse, so we’re fully cognizant of the blessings of having our 15-year-old with us full-time, and a…
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Last week I reviewed the book Assignment: Nepal by J.A. Squires, and mentioned that I hoped sometime to read an interview about the combined writing process of these two authors, collaborating under the Squires pen name. And then it occurred to me that perhaps I shouldn’t wait around for someone else to ask those questions,…
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Rather than reflecting on my bad habits and pledging change as the year turns over, I’m indulging a habit by getting excited by the various reading challenges that are being posted for the upcoming year… The other day I posted about a Mystery Reading Challenge, and here’s another (not limited in theme or genre) which…
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[This was the magazine sidebar accompanying the story of our jaunt to Silver City, Idaho…] The Owyhee Mountains were named for a trio of native Hawai’ian trappers, working for the Hudson Bay Company, who disappeared in these mountains around 1820. For my husband Keoni, a native Hawai’ian himself, this bit of history put an intriguing…



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