Our chickens won't be winning any intellectual awards. Ku'okoa (aptly named with the Hawai'ian word for "freedom") is brighter than the rest---she spends a fair bit of time outside the chicken-yard, but she always returns when she's done adventuring. The other girls, though... Maybe I'm too much "Mother Hen" with them, but I just don't … Continue reading A Swimming Chicken, a Filing Ferret, & a Knight Seeking Work
Tag: Writing
From Noah’s Ark to Yellow Submarine
I jinxed myself, no doubt about it. When I wrote last week about our growing tribe of pets and animals, I ended by saying I hoped we wouldn't be floating away like Noah's Ark. Just a couple nights later--Saturday night, to be specific, or rather, the "wee hours" of Sunday morning--Keoni woke me to say … Continue reading From Noah’s Ark to Yellow Submarine
The Shampoo Manifesto
When our son Christian started Kindergarten, the school called me up within the first two weeks to ask if they could move him to second grade. Eep! We compromised at the halfway point, and he skipped just one grade. I had no question that he could handle the academics, but I had fears for junior-high … Continue reading The Shampoo Manifesto
Analyzing Austen-tatiously
Keoni and I usually read in bed for a while every evening, and then put on a movie. Netflix is our one "extravagance," and we tend go on exploratory themes with our movie-ordering---the latest being a comparative look at some of the film-adaptations of Jane Austen's novels. Yup, I've got a husband who willingly watches "chick flicks" … Continue reading Analyzing Austen-tatiously
Project Petroglyph
Keoni and I make a running joke about his age---not because he's incredibly old (though of course that's the joke), but because he was in college when I was born... So I tease him that when he used to carry girls' books after school, they were clay tablets... Or that his birth certificate was chiseled … Continue reading Project Petroglyph
Hau’oli la Hanau! (35)
Thirty-five years ago today, my mother employed her primary Superpower and made a person. A day or two later I was introduced to a lifetime companion and playmate and co-conspirator and friend: my sister Karin. (She guides people's pronunciation with this clue: "You park a KAR-in the garage.") I turned three just a few weeks … Continue reading Hau’oli la Hanau! (35)
A Lesson on Letting Go
Here's my GRIN for the day: I have a new client for my freelance writing, and the "job application" I sent him consisted of (1) a link to this blog, as a "writing sample," and (2) a photo of my motorcycle tattoo. I regularly refer to my tats as Stories, but had never considered this … Continue reading A Lesson on Letting Go
Kana's Chronicles 