Chicken and her friends went to an anime convention this weekend. On Friday, I lucked out– her friend’s mom drove, while I stayed home with a tired Squish who, on top of feeling under-weatherly, had also received her last round of shots all in one arm. (Mate said it was the darnedest thing–after years of… Read More

People wonder how I can write angst so convincingly. How can I put myself in the place of someone who has experienced loss or sadness or pain, when, although turbulent and not without struggle, my life has had such a happy ending. (And let’s face it. Even if a wandering satellite had its orbit disturbed… Read More