Well, sometime this weekend, Mate and I will turn 40 (I rarely know what day it is…I’m thinking it’s Sunday for me and MOnday for Mate, but I’m never sure…) and I’m tired enough and worried enough about the *now* that the passage of time–both behind and before–is not bothering me. Wait until Ladybug starts… Read More

Well, it’s been a breathless two days at school, a sort of “I’m talking most of the class and people are coming in during lunch and I’ve got a meeting afterwards” sort of two dayd, and, with the a/c out in the Lane family crapmobile, it’s been a “claw your way through traffic with the… Read More

First of all, Happy Birthday, Chicken!!! I’m not going to do a whole post on her–mostly because it would embarrass her very much, but I am going to say the following: 1. I have taught the young Paduan well–she’s a sarcastic little shit, and if she doesn’t cut it out, we’ll have some very satisfying… Read More

First of all–thank you, everybody. I mean seriously–how can I possibly stay in my perfect little puddle when you all rally to remind me that I have a spine? Thank you–your comments meant the world to me on what was truly a crap day… Now, about that crap day… Does everybody remember the “Sponge-Bob Backpack”… Read More

Another crop of reviews are coming in for VULNERABLE and they’re freaking me out. I can’t read it. I can’t. I thought I was all over this, but knowing it’s out there is just freaking me out. I got a 3 star review yesterday–(one of two, now) but I had to laugh at that one–she… Read More

Thanks for the info, Catie! (The kitty is Gordon Lightfoot O’Henry… aka Gordy:-) BTW–Today is Tuesday. Mate has softball. After work my schedule looked like this: 3:30–leave work, go to Kinko’s, arrange to have mansucript copied and shippted.4:15–leave Kinko’s, pick up kids.4:30–go to McD’s for traditional chocolate milk and cookies, as well as mom’s mandatory… Read More

Ask any teacher, and they’ll tell you that they dread the wind. I’ve heard every theory from negative electrons to sinuses to pollens as methamphetamines, but the fact is, when a wind crackles through through our smoggy little valley, getting a class to settle down is like putting a spur under a horse’s saddle, sitting… Read More

And thanks, Shelia, for breaking the peace!!! (I’d link to ya, baby, but that part of my tool bar is still bye bye…) Anyway, I tag anyone who wants to do this…from what I understand, it’s name poetry with your middle name… as Amy Lane I have no middle name–I was going to do a… Read More

Well, I was going to blog about what a giant pit my house is, but Mother of Chaos did it better and first, so I’ll leave that alone… I was going to talk about finishing the monkey socks (yay!) but I already pre-bragged a week ago. Thrill gone. I was going to blog about that… Read More

Okay… I remember replying to one of the Yarn Harlot’s blogs about writing with the idea that writing was like ripping your brains inside out through your ears, tenderized forever, then thrown on a barbecue to be dissected, sampled, and bitterly critiqued by the mean judge on Top Chef. If that’s true, then editing is… Read More