"Let me tell ya 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees.." ~from that song on the "hits of the 60s" cassette my parents used to play in the car Even as a toddler, my son Christian was always a detail-oriented, literal-minded little guy. He was the kind of two-year-old who … Continue reading Sex-Ed in a nutshell: “Huh.THAT’s kinda gross.”
Tag: Language
To Boldly Split an Infinitive…
I grew up in a family of Grammatical Puritans--English teachers on all sides. It might be permissible to become bored with grammar-reminders, but I'd damn-well-better-not become bored OF them. Or end a sentence with a preposition. Or split an infinitive. Or use "who" when "whom" would be correct (or the reverse). I was the only … Continue reading To Boldly Split an Infinitive…
Rabid Rabbiters
It's the first of the month--do you know what that means? (No, no, I'm not blogging about NaNoWriMo. I've pledged not to--though it occurs to me I didn't make any promises about Twitter...) The first of any month is Rabbit-Rabbit day in our family. The family tradition (spread now among several generations of family friends) … Continue reading Rabid Rabbiters
Tweet Translations in the Pumpkin Patch: A Writer’s Life After Midnight
OR... Znalazłeś rozwiązanie? Let it not be said that reclusive writers have no social life. The world is at my fingertips these days, even when I'm curled up in bed. I will confess that my physical geography has been exceedingly limited since my seasonal summer-job ended last month. We live out in the country with … Continue reading Tweet Translations in the Pumpkin Patch: A Writer’s Life After Midnight
Asia Market: Our In-Town International Trip
Not unlike an Embassy, our local Asia Market reminds me of a small piece of foreign country surrounded by American soil. I am, of course, The Foreigner there--but by now I've earned my visa and might no longer be considered a tourist.Friday mornings the produce comes in--all the vegetables you won't find at WinCo or … Continue reading Asia Market: Our In-Town International Trip
The Mom with the Dragon Tattoo
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
Byways & Bygones: Idaho’s “Old Oregon Trail Byway”
Engine idling in the middle of the desert, we contemplate the pockmarked metal sign in front of us. Military Range, it declares, adding the instruction that civilian vehicles are to keep to the main road. Which leaves us with a question--what is the definition, out here, of a "main road"? Off to the side, a … Continue reading Byways & Bygones: Idaho’s “Old Oregon Trail Byway”
Kana's Chronicles 