Okay– still boring, but this time it’s not my fault. We had CAHSEE make-up tests–everyone who didn’t pass the test in their sophomore year had to take it in the last two days. I was missing 1/3-1/2 my classes, and was SO not in a position to teach them ANYTHING I was going to have… Read More

Okay– that’s me. Went to work– did my job. Not great, but it got done. (Okay–I’ve got a backlog of papers that’s sort of haunting me. If I get those done my self esteem will SKYROCKET I promise.) Came home–did my job. Homework got done, baths got done. Some eating was involved with minimal cooking…. Read More

So the funeral was… sad, but happy to, in the way that someone who has lived a really good life surrounded by friends is happy. The best ‘happy’ part was the gathering at my parents’ house–I got to see cousins I usually don’t see, and I’ve got a few ‘funeral’ stories that actually, uhm, put… Read More

Now see, I didn’t plan to. But I was tired, and feeling sort of sick, and Ladybug said, “Lay down with me!” and I did. And then I fell asleep, and, well, my regular posting day went right out the window. The thing is, I’m a little bit sick. I took Wednesday off to take… Read More

OKay– so a week or so ago, Chicken was crocheting and I was writing a particularly, uhm, GRAPHIC scene for Becoming, the newest Jack & Teague adventure. Suddenly she comes rushing into the kitchen, with a burning question. “Mom, mom! What does this look like to you?” Well, first I choked on my tongue (and… Read More

Thanks guys–for all of the support and all of the excitement and all of the SSSQQQQUUUUUEEEEEEE!!! It was all awesome– and so welcome after what has really been a melancholy weekend. (And may I say Thank You! to Julie, who validated an entire brain-thread on ‘Take THAT, all you people who said nasty things about… Read More

I’ve got sad news and sick news, but I’m going to save that for another post. Right now I’ve got good news, and DAMMIT I’m going to share and celebrate and let you share and celebrate, and I’ll whine about the other stuff later. Dreamspinner Press accepted Keeping Promise Rock. The advance isn’t enough for… Read More

Dear MacDonalds: Seeing that my five year old is EXCEEDINGLY picky about his happy meal toys, and that he ONLY wants one of each type of toy but he wants EACH one of those individual toys, is there any POSSIBLE way I could just fork over a flat sum to you, grab a few sodas… Read More

First of all, thank you. You guys are so encouraging–and so forgiving of my major personality flaws. I really am grateful for all of your words–especially since you watch me spaz out here at least four times a year. My grandmother (who is apparently damned tough) is going to be fine. I still have time… Read More

I try really hard not to think about it. I try not to think about the fact that I don’t cook as well or nutritiously as I should. I joke about it, but I don’t think about it. I try not to think about all the times my kids wanted to sit on my lap… Read More