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My son’s idea of cookie decorating involves a lot of sprinkles. A. Lot. He would have dumped the entire bowl of teeny tiny candies on the teaspoon of icing had I let him. Seriously. He likes his sugar. Now, this might offend some among… Continue Reading “Lavish Sprinkles”
When I was a kid, the hardest lyrics to sing were “I’ve got the peace that passes understanding way down in the depths of my heart”. Difficult. Mostly because the words tied up in my tongue and made me giggle. I was a child… Continue Reading “Peace That Passes Understanding”
Seriously. Who takes a selfie in the restroom of a greasy spoon? Well. I suppose a lot of people do that, actually. Like, a kazillion people. And they all put the pictures up on various social media, forgetting to hide the potty. Anyway. Why… Continue Reading “On Ending Up in a Bathroom, Taking a Selfie”
The other day, my friend and fellow novelist Bob Evenhouse wrote about his novel fearing rejection. Go on over and give him a gander. I remember those days. The shaking hand before hitting “send”. The way my tummy stirred and flopped and dropped to… Continue Reading “On Rejection”
I’m not perfect. Here’s the hard evidence. I’m not perfect. Not by a long shot. My sink always has that one mug that got missed when loading the dishwasher. I have to wash loads of laundry twice, sometimes three times because I forget about… Continue Reading “Giving Imperfection A Big Bear Hug”
Full disclosure: I don’t shop on Black Friday. Or Thanksgiving. Shopping isn’t the most enjoyable activity, as far as I’m concerned. Neither is the risk of a royal rumble over $2 laptops. But, I do enjoy giving gifts to people I love. And I especially like… Continue Reading “Fa-La-La-La-La-La…BOOKS!”
My daughter was washing her hair. Through the door, I heard her counting. She was up to 120. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m counting,” she answered. “Why?” “I have to count to 180.” “Uh huh.” “Because I have to… Continue Reading “Rules Were Made To Be Broken. Maybe.”
This is a picture of my grandma. Pearl Louise. I’d guess she’s about 7 years old in this picture. The same age as my daughter. This picture must have been taken in 1922. Good golly. That seems like a lot of years. 91 of… Continue Reading “Pearl Louise at Age 7”
I made the official call. I’m not going to “win” NaNoWriMo this year. Now, don’t get me wrong. I think it’s a great thing, this writing a novel in a month thing. I did it last year and that novel releases in February. But,… Continue Reading “Smell Ya Later, NaNoWriMo”
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