There shall be some Scorched Haven sometime this next week–sorry about the skipped weekend, though, it’s been a little busy. For those of you who have been here through the long haul, it’s recital season, and once again, Chicken, Mate, and I have volunteered to help. Tomorrow Chicken is arriving and she’s staying the two… Read More

A Fable Aesop Didn’t Write Does everybody remember Aesop? He worked for a king who liked to behead people at the drop of a hat, as an advisor. So, worst job ever. And sometimes, in order to give advice, he would tell a story—a fable—and if the king liked the advice, the king would take… Read More

Big T came up to me as I was writing today–so I wasn’t in the best “real time” frame of mind. “Mom, what was that song you sang to me and Chicken when we were little?” “Which one? Was it this one?” “No, not that one.” “Was it this one?” “No, it was the other… Read More

So, even though my daughter and I are mostly pagan and my husband and son are mostly agnostic, I’ve told my kids as they’ve grown to respect faith. Be kind to the faithful. You can despise dogma all you want–dogma is the language of the persecutors, the power hungry, the abusers looking for an excuse… Read More

Heya, K– Yes, I adore that show too, do you own the second sea– “Mom, do we have cookies tonight?” “Yes, but not before dinner.” “Can you cook us dinner?” “Sure, in a second.” “What’s for dinner?” “Spaghetti–“ “Red or white?” “White but I need to–“ “Do you want me to get the water started?”… Read More

Long day, really. Got up, took Geoffie to the doc for her checkup (she is, as the doc said, disgustingly healthy. All she’s got to worry about is some itchy skin and an underbite, so basically she’s me as a teenager.)  Then I took the kids to the pool while I did my early aqua… Read More

So, today was completely boring until Steve brought in a dead bird about twenty minutes ago. I shooed her out, and then Geoffie followed her, bringing the bird back. I took the bird away and IT WASN’T REALLY DEAD. But it WAS really mangled, and… so sad. Scared and freaked out and, you know, dying…. Read More

Okay– I’ll be honest. I caught up with a LOT of work tonight–editing for Rampant as well as writing– but what also happened is what Mate calls “Movie Saturday”– which is sort of exactly what it sounds like. Today, we were lucky–it feels like you actually do something when you go to the movies. “Hurray!… Read More

A. Those shooting pains in  my kneecap were arthritis. I can now say I have it. The stuff that felt like tendonitis in the IT band was tendonitis in the IT band. *bows* You’re welcome. B. When asked if I used the nighttime pain relief I was prescribed yesterday, I replied, “No, because going to… Read More

Squish and Zoomboy had to run stuff out to the garbage. They came running back in, screaming, “Oh my God! It’s horrible! I’m so scared!” Real tears– faces scrunched up, hysterical– inconsolable. Mate and I remained skeptical. “What was it again?” we asked. “It was a SLUG,” Zoomboy cried. “THIS BIG.” He held his hands… Read More