So, Squish’s birthday is on Friday, and Easter is on Sunday, and we are rapidly approaching one of those weird periods where I’m living my life instead of blogging it, and no writing gets done. Yeah, it scares me too. Anyway, don’t be afraid when nothing pops up on my feed for a couple of… Read More

Me to Chicken: Do you like my new favorite meme? Chicken: What does it even mean? Me: Who cares! It’s ADORABLE! * * * Mate,  looking through the cupboards this morning: You did a bad bad thing! Me: What? Wha’d I do? Mate: You bought bad things! Me: (looking at the four boxes of Oreos) Well, you… Read More

*  Zoomboy got back from his trip to Yosemite.  Never has one boy talked so much or so fast between the hours of 8 pm and 11 pm.  He hiked to the top of Vernal Falls, saw a bobcat, hid his clothes from bears, and didn’t bathe once.  (Guess what mom made him do first… Read More

So, I saw Heidi Cullinan’s tweet this morning. She was full of *FLAIL* because she’d been nominated for a RITA® award in long contemporary fiction for Fever Pitch–the first gay romance writer to get the call. I was happy for her, and so proud for our genre and… Okay. I can admit it. HELL YES… Read More

Zoomboy is in Yosemite this week, so it’s just Squish and I in the mornings.  She is very good company.  This morning, she has already laid several nuggets at my feet that are of the purest gold! Squish (while getting her hair brushed): I don’t think television really knows what goes on in television. Me:… Read More

I’m using it for my Twitter/Facebook avatar– do you like it? If no, don’t worry– I’ll probably be replacing it soon, possibly with my standard headshot, which you can see in the bio section. If yes, I’m sorry– don’t get attached. The thing is, I’m going to be re-vamping my website, my logo, my image,… Read More

Which is part of the reason I came unglued when I dropped Zoomboy and Squish off to school this morning. We spent all weekend getting Zoomboy ready for his trip to Yosemite– new long underwear, new wool socks, dad’s old coat, old sleeping bag, old pillow, new alpaca hat made by mom at the last… Read More

Mate and I went to see Insurgent on Friday night with my friend.  This evening, as he was telling Chicken about it, he said, “Yeah– the theater was depressing.  Three old people and a theater full of teenaged girls with a few dates hoping to get lucky.” Beat. Beat. Then Chicken faced enlightenment.   “Oh–was… Read More

And you know how dangerous that is. I was watching one of those crime shows about the hacker who can get into any data base on the planet in two seconds while making wisecracks at the same time? I love those shows. I mean, hands down– have fallen completely in love with them. I’m mesmerized…. Read More

*  Yesterday, the kids were awesome and took out the trash.  I was sweeping up the floor when I noticed they’d forgotten to put liners in the cans. “Hey, Zoomboy– come here and put a bag in the trashcan, could you?” He pads into the kitchen and reaches for the box with the bags in… Read More