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Slice-of-life blog by a freelance writer and improv performer balancing the girlish and geeky parts of her personality.
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Hot Chocolate
A 2008 Best of Holidailies Selection. Thanks, Holidailies Reviewers! * * * * * My mother posted earlier today about the tradition of drinking hot chocolate on the 12th Day of Christmas (aka Three Kings Day / Epiphany), which she has adopted since ret...
Ice Like Vinyl
And ice like vinyl On the streets Cold as silver White as sheets Rain like strings And changing things Like leaves. – Stephen Sondheim It was a cold, wet day, with razor-sharp rain outside my windows most of the day. Zorro refused to go out un...
Really Rosie
In January it’s so nice While slipping on the sliding ice To sip hot chicken soup with rice Sipping once, sipping twice Sipping chicken soup with rice ~ Maurice Sendak/Carole King, “Chicken Soup with Rice” Really Rosie I was ...
Bullet Points: How I Spent Today
Because I’m tired, cranky, and my knee is throbbing: - Slept til 12:30. Or really almost one. Spent fifteen minutes figuring out which pants fit with knee brace. Went out in public (well, the salon) in really big t-shirt and stretch pants, ch...
Potentially Positive
We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives… not looking for flaws, but for poten...
Couch Time
If what you do on the first day of the year really does inform the next 364, I’m going to be a well rested writer because sleeping and writing were pretty much all I did today, though the former activity was helped along by a little vicodin. Wh...
You Are the New Day
On the first day of a new year, it seems fitting to include music in a post. The song, “You Are the New Day,” is by the Kings Singers. I had the privilege of attending a brown-bag lunch with them when I was in high school, and I’ve ...
UnMagical
Just as plastic trees become objects of wonder just as they’re bedecked with fairy lights and ornaments, Christmas decorations, in general, become unmagical as soon as the Christmas season is over. For some, this change happens around the 6th o...
Solitary
We visit others as a matter of social obligation. How long has it been since we have visited with ourselves? ~Morris Adler This week I’ve been feeling insular, and basking in not-quite-solitude. I say “not-quite” because Fuzzy has...
Good Humor
Music From the white truck Hails childhood’s sweet return. Magic wrapped in freezer paper: Ice cream. Totally Optional Prompts invites us, this week, to create a Cinquain, which is, “… a short, unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-tw...
Disconnected
I had an entire post written, then scrapped it because it was disgustingly whiny, and there’s enough whining on the web without me adding to it. I was supposed to have a Day of Writeyness, but instead I had a Day of Sleepy Grouchiness. I feel ...
Christmas Eve (Part II: A Tale of Two Churches Redux)
I don’t write about religion or faith all that often. I write about specific things encountered in various churches, and of people associated with them, but I’m hesitant to share my own beliefs here for various reasons. I should preface t...
Nothing Like a Lazy Day
There is nothing like a lazy Saturday to refresh and inspire. It’s after two AM, and though I have to be up in the morning, I’m not feeling particularly tired. We spent the day in quiet pursuits: napping, chatting, bad television, cuddli...
Rainy Saturday
Sometimes the most wonderful gift we can receive is a day like today: the air outside is cool, but not cold; rain is falling in fat, gentle drops, and thunder is rumbling softly in the distance. We have no firm plans (though a trek out for movies, do...
Christmas Eve (Part I): Always Room at Darmok’s Inn
One in the morning, and I’m sitting in the dark blogging, even though I have to be awake at 4:30. We have friends sleeping in the guest room. A packing glitch in San Jose stranded them in DFW for the night, and it would be wrong to make anyone ...
And There’s A Legal Limit to the Snow, Here
I meant to post this yesterday, but got sidetracked. Holidailies was asking for the ideal Christmas weather report the other day. I know this, because the prompt was my suggestion. My own ideal weather is sort of Camelot-esque. Not the actual Camelot...
A Tale of Two Churches
Well, not really a tale. We began and ended our day with church services today, and both were lovely, but vastly different. This morning, we were supposed to wake at 6:30, have time to shower, dress, drink coffee, and make it to the UU church in Oak ...
Merriment and Mishaps
Earlier tonight, I filled the tub with hot water and bubbles, lit the lavender candle I bought at Aveda, the votive I keep in one of the four remaining monogrammed highball glasses that were part of a set my grandparents owned (the other three having...
Scene on a Winter Evening
Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on evening’s forehead o’er the earth, And add each night a lustre till afar An eightfold splendor shine above thy hearth. ~Emma Lazarus, “The Feast of Lights” She holds a single, lit, taper in ...
Indistinguishable from Magic
A 2008 Best of Holidailies Selection. Thanks, Holidailies Reviewers! That’s the thing with magic. You’ve got to know it’s still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you. ~Charles DeLint The Cafe Writing Holiday Project asks us ...
Frozen
It wasn’t so much a lamplight day, today as it was a firelight day. With the sky a bleak and particularly chilly shade of gray, the temperature hovering around 30 degrees, and my husband of to company headquarters in Florida at dawn, I really w...
Christmas Cheese Cheer
Sometimes there’s nothing more satisfying than cheesy Christmas movies. They’re a guilty pleasure for me, for my friend Ms. J., and even for my mother, who usually has nothing to do with commercial television. What I really want right now...
Making Messes in the Kitchen
In the novel Little Men, one of Louisa May Alcott's sequels to Little Women there is a scene where Jo takes her niece Daisy into a special "toy" kitchen, albeit with a real working stove, so that she can "make messes" and learn to cook. I always want...
Only the Good Friday #1
I heard about OTGF from Thorne who quoted Shelly of This Eclectic Life, who wrote: We are living in some pretty negative times, aren’t we? You can’t pick up a newspaper or turn on the television without hearing more bad news about the economy, ...
Dance Me a Story
I flipped to a recording of Jacques D'Amboise in China. I like the way he teaches children, not with formal names for steps but with sound and noise. At one point, he took the hands of a small Chinese boy who just was not getting the steps and said, ...
Sleeping with Dogs
Perhaps this is some new osmosis theory of dog affection. Perhaps she believes that by resting beneath my head, my brain will be filled with thoughts of her. "Cleeeeooo is your favorite," I imagine her little doggy brainwaves exuding....
An Open Letter to Santa Claus
So if you would wave your magic peppermint-stick wand and give the world the PEACE it needs, that would be a pretty nifty thing. Peace used to be a beautiful word – it meant serenity, but not complacence, and stillness, but not oppressive silence. ...
Dry Leaves and Electric Reindeer
This afternoon, as I was working upstairs in my writing studio, aka the Word Lounge, I kept getting distracted by the crisp autumn leaves being swirled about on the winds, like so many bits of plastic and paper in a kaleidoscope, waiting to be rearra...
O Christmas Tree
While I decorated the mantel with my collection of Victorian Santa Clauses, including, this year, one carved from driftwood, Fuzzy shaped the plastic tree, spreading all the branches, and making it look more like a tree and less like a tall plastic s...
Noche de Paz (Revisited)
One night, we met at neighbor's house for homemade Rompope (rum, sugar cane, and I don't know what else, but it makes egg nog seem like water, it's so potent), and carol singing. At least four languages were represented, and most of us could sort of ...
