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?
Tag: Prayer
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
Shining a Light into the Dark Places
It's Imbolc, a fire feast and a day that belongs to Brigid, Celtic goddess of fires, of home and hearth and healing, of smithcraft and wordcraft. (Or--for those more comfortable with a different version of her--Saint Bridget, patroness of those same things, as she has also been known since the Catholics co-opted her some centuries … Continue reading Shining a Light into the Dark Places
Coach Dad & The Wicked Stepma–The Joys(?) of Parenting Teens
Just a handful of years ago, I was a newly-single mom with two little kids, and the after-school heap of things by the door consisted of Tinkerbell backpacks and Toy Story notebooks, and those cute little shoes that are so adorable they can make you want to have more babies. Fast-forward (past the wedding which … Continue reading Coach Dad & The Wicked Stepma–The Joys(?) of Parenting Teens
Soul for Sale, Going Once…
Once upon a time, I taught courses in college-level English Rhetoric, as well as college-level introductory Biology. This morning I got to combine those disparate background-bits to work on a freelance assignment--writing 6,000 words of rhetoric (and making a damn good case, if I say so myself) for something I don’t believe at all. Six … Continue reading Soul for Sale, Going Once…
One of My Very Bad Habits
I was going to title this in the singular--"My Very Bad Habit"--but I can't, even in jest, pretend there's only one. This is the one of which I'm most ashamed, and therefore (perversely) the one I'm writing about. I spent some thirty-five years turning up my nose at people who indulged in this same habit, … Continue reading One of My Very Bad Habits
It’s a Turtle Life
My husband Keoni has some Dates of Importance among his tattoos. There's the date John hanged himself and Keoni rose from the ashes ("Shifting Paradigms and Half a Pair'o'Dimes")... There's a Lucky Thirteen for our wedding anniversary... And there's December 23, 2008, right below the kanji meaning "A New Life." Today is the anniversary of … Continue reading It’s a Turtle Life
Kana's Chronicles 