Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
I know what you're thinking: some cleavage and batted eyes might get a girl out of that ticket. And they might. Experience has shown me another option, though... I'm a fourth-generation Girl Scout; my great-grandma joined as an adult in the 1930s when she signed up my grandma, hoping to curb Grandma's tomboyish tendencies. Great-Grandma … Continue reading What to Wear When Getting a Traffic Ticket
I actually got that response once, from an older lady (you know, probably about the age I am now) at a campground on the east coast, when I responded to her friendly where-ya-from by answering "Idaho." Unsure whether a third-grader were allowed to correct a Grownup, I defaulted by abruptly removing myself from the conversation, … Continue reading “Honey, out here we pronounce that ‘Iowa’…”
OR... Znalazłeś rozwiązanie? Let it not be said that reclusive writers have no social life. The world is at my fingertips these days, even when I'm curled up in bed. I will confess that my physical geography has been exceedingly limited since my seasonal summer-job ended last month. We live out in the country with … Continue reading Tweet Translations in the Pumpkin Patch: A Writer’s Life After Midnight
It's a colorful week--yesterday I painted the web pink, and today I get to forward some green! (Sorry, guys--not money...) Better than money (right? right?)--today I am honored to bestow the Versatile Blogger Award on 15 fellow bloggers! First, my humble thanks to Lynette at Wordtabulous, who honored me with the award last night (just … Continue reading Versatile Blogger (Verbosity “R” Us)
Imagine my perplexity the day I got home from high school to find our family's front yard overflowing with a flamboyance of pink plastic flamingos. (Yes, "flamboyance" really is a collective noun for a butt-load of flamingos. I looked it up.) This is way out of my mother's usual decorating-range. If SHE had put the … Continue reading You’ve been Flamingoed!
I've been taking a browse through some of the dozens of old journals lining our bedroom-shelves, and these ones from junior high are... well, embarrassing is what they are! (What, you thought I was going to say cute?) All I can say is that I'm glad the internet hadn't yet been invented, or these might … Continue reading Junior-High Journal: an UN-Literary Analysis
Our oldest daughter fibbed to me Wednesday. She asked for our new address so she could send pictures of the grandbabies. This morning as we were drinking our first cup of coffee on the porch, a UPS truck pulled up to our trailer. "Puzzled" would be an understatement to describe our reaction, but ours is … Continue reading Open Thank-You to our Daughter (the Fibber)
Kana's Chronicles 