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
Tag: Recovery
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
Inventory Item: Right Knee, Size XL
I'm writing from my hubby's hospital room, where we're "camping" for a few days. He is in possession of a brand new knee as of yesterday (lucky 13th), and we're learning that one size doesn't "fit all." The grippy-socks they provide for patients only fit over the ends of his size-17 flippers, so he's reclining … Continue reading Inventory Item: Right Knee, Size XL
‘Mythbusters’ Edition: How NOT to Blog
Just recently I came across a post listing Rules for writing a good blog--and I discovered I've been doing everything wrong! Without laying out the whole rulebook, here's the CliffsNotes edition of Somebody Else's Rules: Pick one topic and only blog about that. People want to know what to expect from your blog. Don't post … Continue reading ‘Mythbusters’ Edition: How NOT to Blog
Stand down the SWAT Team
A kindergartner might take a glacier's age to put on a single tennis shoe while mom impatiently rattles the car keys in the morning, but put the same kindergartner in a circle with 24 other 5-year-olds and a single tub of crayons, and they move too fast to clock. Like iron filings to a magnet, … Continue reading Stand down the SWAT Team
O Peeing Tree, O Peeing Tree!
The rich singing-voice of my German Grandpa is part of the soundtrack of my childhood. We used to live with my grandparents for the summers, and I remember him tucking me into bed with songs from the 40’s. “I’d rather have a paper doll to call my own than have a fickle-hearted green-eyed girl”… And … Continue reading O Peeing Tree, O Peeing Tree!
Words Have Meaning, Names Have Power
“Proper names are poetry in the raw. Like all poetry they are untranslatable.” ~W.H. Auden I wrote the other day about my husband’s new life with new name, so it seems appropriate to share about mine as well. My given name is Janna, which means “Gift from God.” (And, interestingly enough, is a feminine form … Continue reading Words Have Meaning, Names Have Power
Kana's Chronicles 