NaNoWriMo: Wow! What a Difference!

(AG is fighting something awful and I’m operating on three hours of sleep. Hence, I’m copping out on my post today since I don’t want to miss two days already.) I’ve been working since I was 14. I obtained a special work permit and held a part-time job when most of my friends were still…

NaNoWriMo: A Meditation on Sadness

So I started meditating this year. This summer, in fact. I’m admittedly the sort of person who is drawn to hippie things like a moth to a flame. I attribute much of this to the fact that what feels like my true calling in life – service, personal growth, health – is not anything I’m…

NaNoWriMo: This Kind Of Kid

She is the sort of kid who will say, “Mama, don’t worry. You’re a great friend.” …and the sort of kid who will demand to join me in the bathroom, sit on my lap and bark, “YOU HAVE TO GO POOP!” She is the sort of kid who, when you offer her more of something,…

NaNoWriMo: An Ode to Online

I probably should stay off of Facebook, but I can’t. After 20 years, it’s just no use. I should back up. Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows I’ve spent the good portion of my life behind a keyboard, specifically one attached to a computer. My parents were (for my taste),…

NaNoWriMo Begins

I have no intention of writing a novel. I don’t have one in me. I don’t know that I ever will. I’m just not that type of writer, or at least blogging for 14 – FOURTEEN – years turned me into the sort of writer that seems to only produce if the end result is…

"Mommy. Let's go look for worms.""You want to look for worms?""Great idea!"

Love. Her.

We are happy.

We have also bought souvenir shirts. Do with that what you will.

…and by the time our day was over, Miss AG had embraced the ol' Rock Island line.

Someone's on a train for the first time.

"WE'RE SO HIGH!" (Thanks, Aunt Kate.)

Gurls! Gurls! Gurls!

(I read this piece last night as a part of my amazingly awesome friend Claire Zulkey’s regular live-reading series, Funny Ha-Ha.) I have never been well-versed in the ways of girls. Despite having been born, and subsequently raised, a girl, I’ve spent the majority of my waking hours on the planet completely clueless by what…