… the red-nosed dolphin.
The girls are playing together quietly in the other room. Signs suggest that they intend to keep doing so indefinitely — but it’s 2pm, which is a good nap time, and they aren’t bouncing around with energy, so… well, you might as well try. You pick one up in either arm, stand up (that’s one… Read more »
When I travel, I almost always bring work along, but the kind of work depends on the kind of travel. For me, writing and revising require a level of focus that itself requires periods of planned, uninterrupted alone time. (“Planned” meaning “anticipated.” The uninterrupted alone time can happen on the spur of the moment, but… Read more »
So, this is how it’s done. First, in one arm, you pick up the twin who’s falling asleep in her bouncy chair. Then you crouch down and, in the other arm, pick up the twin who’s being cranky on the floor. Then, babies crying, you shuffle over to the stereo on your knees and use… Read more »
Dutch adult market cover of Graceling —> click to enlarge —> Last week I visited the Boston area for a few days. There, I: spent some time with a friend and a small orange furry quadruped person; got to hang out with my sister, secret code name: Apocalyptica, for an evening; made beef stroganoff; baked… Read more »
Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything — That’s how the light gets in. – Leonard Cohen It has been a lovely few days. The photo shoot on Thursday was an absolute hoot, thanks to my photographer, Jensen Hande, who has a great personality and knows just how to coax out my… Read more »
On Wednesday I was feeling a bit melancholy, and I’d also run out of bagels (possibly related). So I went for a walk to the bagel store, listening to sad Ani DiFranco songs on the way. When I got there, the bagel store was closed, so I walked to the grocery store, where the bagels… Read more »
My title comes from a song by Patty Griffin, who’s on my iPod and in all my CD players at the moment, thanks to my friend Joan, who also happens to be one of my intrepid readers. I miss forests and hills, but I’ll say this for Florida: the skies can’t be beat. Every day… Read more »