Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
It's a word of my own coinage, particular to post-childbirth and post-menopausal experiences---a mashup of "chortle" and "tinkle." A mashup word for the mashup experience. A chinkle is a laugh that makes you wee a little. At the risk of venturing into TMI territory: in earlier stages of my life, damp panties were indicative of … Continue reading Stop, Don’t Make Me Chinkle!
Maybe someone can explain this to me. I like statistics, but this one has me baffled. Nearly every single day, for thirteen years, someone has read"How to Bury an Owl." Even when my blogging was entirely dormant, this post kept racking up statistics. Last year it was read 347 times. . Altogether it has been … Continue reading A Legacy of Owl-Interment?
I have a bone to pick with Professor Williams. In an entire college semester of a class devoted exclusively to Shakespeare's work, he never once mentioned that there was any question about who had actually written those works. That feels to me like a massive omission. The omission itself tells me Professor Williams's stance in … Continue reading Where There’s (NOT) a Will
I confess myself to be a selfish user of social media. I put things there (at least I do when I travel, or when I write) but I don't read there. The thing is, I'd generally rather read a book. At its best, social media should be an exchange of interest. At its best, it … Continue reading “Hi, My Name is Right Brain”
We've been invaded by fringe. I don't mean a "fringe element." I mean honest-to-gosh FRINGE, bedecking everything in sight. Fringe on jackets, fringe on vests, fringe on pants, fringe on chaps, fringe on boots. The cowboys wear fringe, the Indians wear fringe. The spectators wear fringe. The horses wear fringe! It's Rodeo Week in Pendleton, … Continue reading A Cowpoke by Any Other Name…
"I'm a real boy!" Okay, I'm not really a boy. And I'm not newly a 'real' writer. (In my opinion, a 'real writer' is any writer who is actively, well, writing.) I'm not even new to being a published writer, in the sense that my poems have appeared in a number of publications (that even … Continue reading Channeling Pinocchio
I've been obsessed with the ocean since before my teens, but it was my Uncle Dick who "infected" me with the love of sailing. I took the official ASA courses later on in adulthood, but it was my uncle & aunt ("Captain Grunk" & "First Mate Cookie," as they have ever-after been known to us) … Continue reading “This is What We Do.”
Kana's Chronicles 