Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
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
For once in my life, I beat Barbie to the punch. For once in my life, the latest Barbie is a wanna-be-ME. (Hey, allow me my little moment of delusion here.) I don't know why this should make me grin--I'm not a fan of Barbie, wouldn't buy one for my daughter. (Interestingly enough, my daughter … Continue reading Tit for Tat: Tokidoki Barbie & Me
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)
During my most recent six-hour wait at our Health and Welfare office, the folks around me were joking that the wait itself might be part of the screening-process; no one in their right mind would sit here so long if they didn't truly NEED help. We didn't ask each other's names, but we knew each … Continue reading An Accidental Sit-In
"Half the world knows not how the other half lives." ~George Herbert [Oct.16] Rats, I was doing so well with "PostaDay," till today. (Which will be "yesterday" by the time this is available to read.) The good news: my Miss isn't due to lack of writing. Here I am writing. The Other-news: our internet is … Continue reading Living Richly
My son Christian has had an invisible dragon-friend since he was two years old. He's blue (I haven't puzzled out the contradictory twist of physics by which "blue" and "invisible" can coincide as descriptors) and about the size of a big toe. A pocket-dragon, you could say--though I'm given to understand that most often he … Continue reading The Mom with the Dragon Tattoo
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