Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
It was sometime in junior high or high school that my mom and my sister and I started the tradition of painting our toenails at the beginning of Spring Break vacations. We lived in a place where the snowbanks hadn't melted by March, so our toes wouldn't have seen the light of day since the … Continue reading A Signature Color
We've been trying for weeks to capture a photograph of our cat, Yoda, when he goes into that crazed mode we refer to as "bonkers-ing." He gets the most unhinged expression on his face and goes tearing around the house, streaking from couch to chair to high shelving to cat-condo, pausing for a split second … Continue reading Big Reveal: What APPLE Actually Looks Like
One of my favorite coffee mugs was a gift from my sister, covered all over with "famous first lines" of novels. I have a degree in English literature, and I still had to look a few of them up---I guess they can't all be "Call me Ishmael." But I do think there's one first line … Continue reading On Hobbits & Hobbit-Holes
We just signed the closing paperwork on the shape of our future: We bought a sailboat. Not a dink-around-the-shallows "plastic" white toy boat for weekends. (Not me!---Oh boy, I always leap into the deep end.) No, we bought a 42-foot blue-water cruiser to LIVE in. (A few years down the road, that is---but I do … Continue reading A Leap
Junior High Journalism class first impressed the term "White Space" on my mind. In the context of a yearbook page, it's just what it sounds like: the portions of page with nothing printed. But White Space took on a life of its own as we created layouts arranged around the White Space Statutes as stated … Continue reading White Space
I’m thinking about letting my gray grow. I know this doesn’t sound like an earth-moving decision, but the question has deeper roots in how I see myself. I don’t “feel” like a gray-haired person, so I haven’t liked seeing the silver strands framing my face when I let it lapse between color rinses. I honestly don’t even … Continue reading Going GRAYcefully?
If you’re not familiar with poker, the thing to understand is that you start a hand with some cards of your own, and you don’t yet know what other cards will be available to you to use in that hand. You have to “sign up” to play that hand by putting some money in the … Continue reading Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
Kana's Chronicles 