Hello, fellow lazy bums! We're back at it for another Saturday of reading and lying around for so long that plants actually start to grow on our skin. (This is a real sloth thing - look it up.) Since it's now August, all of the teachers out there are currently staring at the calendar while… Continue reading Book-Sloth Saturday, #2
Aaaah...it's Saturday -- that magical day that doesn't hold the foreboding of Monday or the road rage of...every other day. Given the choice to do whatever I wanted for the rest of my life (if there weren't other humans to feed or chauffeur or to help maintain their social existence), I would choose to lie… Continue reading Book-Sloth Saturday
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)