Husband: "Do you think the Hawks high-five each other after they make it through the hoop?" Me: "Yes, because I keep finding feathers on the bottom of my shoes." This was the conversation my husband and I had as we looked not at a bunch of freakishly tall people on our TV screen, but at… Continue reading Where I Avoid Explicatives While Talking About Rejection
Here's the situation: Barbara Walters recently swooped upon me in the form of a dream. At least, I hope it was a dream, because otherwise I have some serious home security issues to look into. At first, I was temporarily blinded by the sudden spotlight, and I thought maybe a guardian angel had (finally) come to call. But, when I heard the tell-tale lisping I… Continue reading Barbara Walters Made Me Write This Blog Post.
In honor of the release of Erika Marks's debut novel, LITTLE GALE GUMBO (yes, today's the day!!!), I'm re-posting the essay she wrote for my Get Inspired series back in January. Please read/re-read, and then run out and pick up your copy of LITTLE GALE! Happy book birthday to a wonderfully talented and supportive writing friend. Enjoy your day, Erika! ********** It… Continue reading It Only Takes One Yes — Guest Post, By Erika Marks
It was a lazy Friday night and I had just finished telling my husband about day five at my new job in an elementary school library. He sat quietly for a moment, and then grinned at me in a crooked little way. "What?!" I demanded. I thought of the ice cream I had just inhaled. "Is there Chocolate… Continue reading Your Job (And A Four Letter Word)
It's become clear that I'm not one of those people who can successfully blog and "do summer" at the same time. Kind of like those unfortunate folks who can't rub their bellies and climb Mt. Everest while simultaneously trying to figure out a better name for Generation Z. Wimps. Thus a blogging vacation ensued. One week passed. Then two. My continued silence led… Continue reading Five Things I Learned On Blogging Vacation
Every fall, on the day after Thanksgiving, my family and I take part in our annual tradition of dragging out of all of the Christmas boxes, and competing in the, "Who can last the longest at putting up all of the decorations?" contest. I always win. On January 1st we hold another competition. This one's called, "Who can last the… Continue reading On Being A More Observant Writer (Or, Why Is There Still A Poinsettia In My Kitchen?)