Ah, trick question! Of course you wouldn't bury an owl, because the Migratory Bird Act makes it illegal in the United States to be in possession of even an owl feather, let alone the entire dead bird. (Or three.) So of course this post is entirely a work of fiction. (Cough, cough.) Last summer I … Continue reading How to Bury an Owl
Tag: Language
The Dying(?) Art of Knowing Your Neighbors
A fellow blogger has recently been bemoaning the hassles of moving, and I couldn't be more in sympathy! It doesn't help that I've had to move five times in the last four years, but I never liked moving to begin with. When my first husband and I bought a house, I swore I was going … Continue reading The Dying(?) Art of Knowing Your Neighbors
Cheatin’ on a Cheater
Interesting dilemma this afternoon... One of the "article" assignments that came my way among my batch of usual freelancing odds'n'ends was an assignment that was clearly a college student's term paper--complete with the professor's grading rubric. As a one-time college instructor myself, I have Zero compassion for the literary cheat, and I paused to … Continue reading Cheatin’ on a Cheater
Mother-in-Law or Fairy Godmother?
Actually, I'm writing today about my mom-in-law and my dad-in-law, but "Fairy Godfather" just has a wrong ring on several levels... I'm getting ahead of myself, though. This is a story about the tool of my trade--the laptop--and a miraculous magical rescue. Since I took to writing full-time, I've spent anywhere from ten to twenty … Continue reading Mother-in-Law or Fairy Godmother?
Poetry When Slammed
Have you ever been to a poetry slam? At its best, it's a smashed-together combination of art and improv, alive with wit and wordplay and excitement. Of course, it can also really suck. Depends on who's on stage. Not that I have a lot of room to judge, since I haven't had the guts to … Continue reading Poetry When Slammed
February Sunshine!
It's probably a fittting follow-up to the other day's Imbolc post that today I'm privileged to share the Sunshine Award! Perfect item for February, when we all (at least those of us in the northern hemisphere) might be in need of a little extra light... My humble thanks to Susan, of Susan Writes Precise, who … Continue reading February Sunshine!
13 Months of Sobriety are Irrelevant–I Am a ‘Drunken Waste’
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! … Continue reading 13 Months of Sobriety are Irrelevant–I Am a ‘Drunken Waste’


