Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
Yesterday morning I saw this writing-prompt: "Would you rather have a pet dragon the size of a cat, or a cat the size of a dragon?" As I read the responder's list of advantages to cat-sized dragons, I realized I was grinning. I have lived with a cat-sized dragon! When my son was an infant, … Continue reading Dragon Biography
This year we are bucking traditions and trading in the Christmas Tree for palm trees! A couple years ago my mom got herself a little winter place in California, as a way to get out from under the north-Idaho Winter Blues. It gets dark really early, in winter in northern Idaho. The days are short, … Continue reading The Christmas-Tree Trade-In
I've been down with a cold, which was mercifully a fairly brief one. Mercifully, I say particularly, because being sick colors my mental and emotional life rather bleakly. The world seems overwhelming, somehow---and even if I have the luxury of not dealing with the world immediately, putting-off-dealing-with-it always feels ominous too. Dramatic language, when the … Continue reading Technology & the SickBed-Nest
It was sometime in junior high or high school that my mom and my sister and I started the tradition of painting our toenails at the beginning of Spring Break vacations. We lived in a place where the snowbanks hadn't melted by March, so our toes wouldn't have seen the light of day since the … Continue reading A Signature Color
Writing yesterday about the canoe trip my dad and I took together got me thinking about the other road-trip he and I took, five years later... The first thing I signed up for, when I hit college, was a course to get certified as a Scuba diver, because I planned to study Marine Biology. I … Continue reading A Safe Bet
When our parents used to tuck us into bed at night, Mother usually sang something---they had a broad repertoire of folk songs---and Daddy was our stories guy. He had an ongoing saga about a pair of mischievous alligators, "the Lucys," who followed us on all our travels, getting into trouble as they tried to keep … Continue reading The Daddy-Daughter Downpour
Pepper and I met (virtually) when we were both freelance-writing for the same client. Well, Steve wasn't actually the "end-user" client himself; he was more like a broker of freelance writing-jobs. His jobs paid a little less-per-word than the gigs I landed on my own (because he was taking a cut), but he was a … Continue reading Roommates in a Padded Cell
Kana's Chronicles 