I am in here.
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
Got my copy of the latest edition of The National Geographic Field Guide To The Birds Of North America, and am planning all sorts of forays into the local wilderness, such as it is. What I like about birding (one of the many things, that is) is that it has shown me how thin the … Continue reading out into the REAL world
Sid tells me to write my own stories, not someone else’s. He means not simply anything I can make up in my head, but my own story. The story that is part of me. To which end: my story currently consists of typing a lot in order to avoid helping my husband to medicate the … Continue reading procrastination
Having to wait in your car during rush hour while 3 separate police cars charge through the square with sirens going is no reason to try to make up time by ignoring red lights and trying to run bloggers down on crosswalks. But people do it. I mean, after all, what’s one blogger, more or … Continue reading Traffic
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