Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
I grew up in a family of Grammatical Puritans--English teachers on all sides. It might be permissible to become bored with grammar-reminders, but I'd damn-well-better-not become bored OF them. Or end a sentence with a preposition. Or split an infinitive. Or use "who" when "whom" would be correct (or the reverse). I was the only … Continue reading To Boldly Split an Infinitive…
Thank you for your purchase of Mom's-in-Trouble version 1.0, more commonly referred to as Your First Child. The hidden fees and additional costs of this Application will quickly become apparent, beginning with the bill you will shortly be receiving from the hospital... Downloading this App: Simply connect to a wi-fi hotspot, click "download," and wait … Continue reading The Mom-Handbook [you never got]
Our daughter has this to say about traveling: Of course, I have to add the mom-commentary (is that a Mom-mentary?) that THIS may be the reason she gets carsick:
It's the first of the month--do you know what that means? (No, no, I'm not blogging about NaNoWriMo. I've pledged not to--though it occurs to me I didn't make any promises about Twitter...) The first of any month is Rabbit-Rabbit day in our family. The family tradition (spread now among several generations of family friends) … Continue reading Rabid Rabbiters
"You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em..." ~ Kenny Rogers, The Gambler My husband taught me to play Poker--Texas Hold 'em--early in our friendship, and we used to play often with friends in Recovery. (To my Probation Officer: no, not for cash. Oh yeah, I'm not on probation anymore...) It … Continue reading Know When to Hold ‘Em
“People go to cemeteries to be with the souls of the departed and build private altars...” ~Wikipedia, Day of the Dead Today isn’t (quite) el Dia de Los Muertos, but it’s my day to miss someone. To consider a life that ended unexpectedly a year ago today. Al had a small altar in my heart … Continue reading an Anniversary, without a Ribbon
“We sought the same escape with all the desperation of drowning men… A new life has been given us.” ~~A.A. Big Book p.28 This far below the surface, 120 feet of seawater filters the color spectrum so only the blues and blacks remain. When I shine my pocket dive-light on the reef it becomes a … Continue reading Rescue Diver
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