Kana's Chronicles

Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)

It’s Imbolc, a fire feast and a day that belongs to Brigid, Celtic goddess of fires, of home and hearth and healing, of smithcraft and wordcraft. (Or–for those more comfortable with a different version of her–Saint Bridget, patroness of those same things, as she has also been known since the Catholics co-opted her some centuries …

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This is a public service announcement, at the behest of my ex-husband, who feels it’s critical that everyone should know the following facts (especially our children, ages 7 & 10, in front of whom the Ex and his live-in girlfriend screamed this diatribe in my husband’s face last Friday): “You are a Drunken Fucking Waste!  …

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My husband Keoni has some Dates of Importance among his tattoos.  There’s the date John hanged himself and Keoni rose from the ashes (“Shifting Paradigms and Half a Pair’o’Dimes”)…  There’s a Lucky Thirteen for our wedding anniversary…  And there’s December 23, 2008, right below the kanji meaning “A New Life.”  Today is the anniversary of …

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I’m writing from my hubby’s hospital room, where we’re “camping” for a few days.  He is in possession of a brand new knee as of yesterday (lucky 13th), and we’re learning that one size doesn’t “fit all.”  The grippy-socks they provide for patients only fit over the ends of his size-17 flippers, so he’s reclining …

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A fellow blogger paid me the lovely compliment yesterday of supposing that I’m constitutionally incapable of being “boring.”  I’d like to imagine that’s so—I certainly haven’t led a monotonous life, and some of the exploits I’ve undertaken puzzle even me, in retrospect…  An episode that definitely falls into that category would be my one-and-only stunt …

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(If you didn’t guess from the title, there’s some adult-ish content here…  Just so you know.) You’ve no doubt already gathered that I get a kick out of teasing my husband about his age.  He’s wonderfully young at heart (and wonderfully good-humored about my endless ribbing)–and given that he was in college when I was …

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