For a change of pace, I have a couple of poll questions for you u. Feel free to answer as you will: Question 1: Say, just say, you were working on a sweater, and at the end of the first sleeve, you decided to put a thumb hole in it. But after your daugh–erm, someone… Read More

Okay, so I’ve had mixed stories about Little Old Ladies in the Pool–this is, in its essence, white suburbia at its most conservative. The other day I got into the water spoiling for a fight. Someone said I looked pissed, and I replied, “Let’s just say if anyone here thinks putting kids in cages is… Read More

So, I had so much planned today. I was going to finish a cleaning job Mate started, and do some laundry and keep writing and… Anyway– So this morning I took the dogs for a quick walk and went to a dentist appointment. I have a “food trap” between two of my back teeth. Basically… Read More

I’m not naming names… By the way– that photo? Well, the camera takes those little second-long photos, so there’s about 10-15 frames per picture. I took about ten pictures, and that was THE ONLY FRAME in the whole mess that had her looking at the camera. It’s because she was about to jump on me…. Read More

So, a mostly quiet weekend–did some housework, saw a movie, worked on Familiar Demon. General stuff. Anyway– Here are some highlights– enjoy! Me: Did you get some food? ZB: Yeah–I had three pieces of chicken. And some orange chicken. All of the orange chicken. And some noodles. About half the noodles. Anyway–I ate. Me: 0.0… Read More

But still sweet… So, Sunday was our official 29th anniversary, and I was SO going to go out with Mate and we had plans to… Fall asleep on the couch, repeatedly. Recital does that to us–and every year we forget. We come home Saturday night, fall asleep before ten, and spend the next day going,… Read More

I told my children that our government was ripping children from the arms of parents just looking for safety. I told them that Dad and I were upset about it–and it was making us mad and tearful and we were going to watch something stupid on TV because we’d been thinking about it all day… Read More

I may have mentioned this before– There’s such a thing as writing injuries. I thought I was alone, and it was just because of the weight, but I saw Jeaneane Frost talking about it on Twitter. Writers can fuck themselves up by sitting down, staring at a screen, and making their thoughts into words for… Read More

Okay–does anybody remember that scene from Romancing the Stone, after the Angelina part, where we see Kathleen Turner wandering around her apartment in her pajamas and socks, looking for tissue so she could blow her nose? I wish that’s what happened when I finished my Christmas novel, HomeBird, this Friday night. Instead, I whipped off… Read More

So, going to get political. You’re going to see a lot of idiot politicians tomorrow–Republican ones–who claim to espouse family values–get on social media and say, “I’m a father and I’m proud.” Today my husband helped volunteer–like he always does–as a Security Dad for our dance recital. And he hauled shit and sold tickets and… Read More