Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
For those of us writers who are working outside the realm of big publishing-houses, we have to jump-start and generate our own publicity for what we write---so I have a proposal. For anyone who is game for posting a book review (on your blog or vlog or podcast or FaceBook, or wherever-it-is that you post … Continue reading A Reading Proposal for You, Reader:
The summer I was 17, my uncle took my younger sister and me for a live-aboard week sailing around Lake Michigan. It was the beginning of my love-affair. I was already on a course toward Marine Biology studies, didn't yet have "my" lighthouse tattooed on my arm, but was on that course too, captivated by … Continue reading What Dreams are Shaped Like
I've been obsessed with the ocean since before my teens, but it was my Uncle Dick who "infected" me with the love of sailing. I took the official ASA courses later on in adulthood, but it was my uncle & aunt ("Captain Grunk" & "First Mate Cookie," as they have ever-after been known to us) … Continue reading “This is What We Do.”
Last time I wrote about God playing Travel Agent in my life, it was about a different October, and the blessings that arose from my stay in a psych ward. (Halloween-themed craft projects? I'm now an expert!) This time God played a more literal Travel-Agent role... and naturally I have a Story to tell. To … Continue reading “When God is Your Travel Agent”: Another Installment
Yesterday was Bilbo Baggins's birthday. It's the only fictional-character-birthday I know, and not because I'm a big Tolkien nerd (though I am), but because it's also my sister's birthday. Just before my own birthday earlier in the month (or as I like to think of it: the annual reminder from my mother about what LABOR … Continue reading Bilbo’s Birthday (or: the Baggins-ian Calendar Proposition)
Two years ago on an August evening, an unknown Oregon number rang my Idaho cell, and I picked up the call that changed EVERYTHING. Jon and I were agitating to get out of Boise, which has outgrown itself ----wanting to move closer to the Coast, somewhere small-town, more like Idaho used to be... (When I … Continue reading What WASN’T in the Job Description…
I've often wished that God would just text me. Hey, girl, turn around and say something to that silent person you just passed. She needs a smile. And while you're at it, tell her she has beautiful hands, because that will make her think of playing her piano, and she's been missing her music without … Continue reading How God Talks
Kana's Chronicles 