My husband and son got back from camping this weekend, only it wasn’t “real” camping according to Sandy. Next weekend when he and Eliot go backpacking for four days constitutes “real” camping. The other morning, a guy I know admired my electric bucket…
There is a certain amount of time everyday that I simply need to decompress alone, usually with the comfort of a book*. At any given time I usually have two to four books in progress: one piece of fluffy fantasy, one assigned portion…
I’ve neglected posting anything for a while. I’ve been in a memoir writing class, the second that I’ve taken with Left Margin Lit in Berkeley. I’ve enjoyed and grown from both and plan to take another soon. It’s an honor to be in…
Last fall a creative and courageous friend of mine called upon her artistic friends to put together a zine and pop art show to raise awareness and money for Planned Parenthood. The theme of the art was synonyms for “pussy.” (Her co-curator and she…
I am taking another memoir writing class, and this weeks’ writing assignment proves challenging. We are to first draw a timeline of our story, to identify a scene to put the story in motion, and to find the question that is trying to…
Jenny Lawson @TheBloggess has the coolest friends. It’s really not fair. I am belatedly reading/listening* Furiously Happy. First, she mentioned her friend Neil Gaiman @NeilGaiman helping her through her first audio book recording. And I’m like, no way?!. Then she name drops Brene Brown…
When and where I grew up, no one locked their doors. I don’t mean house doors. That’s not that unusual. Not even now. I mean car doors. Not only that, but people even left their car keys in the ignition. I was in…
I took a leave from work over the summer, effectively taking off June, July and August. I intended to de-stress and to write. Retrospectively, I should have made allowances and plans for both of those things before embarking upon that venture. The chaos…