Me with writer gal pals Sydney (left) and Carrie (right)
Today I wanna celebrate. Partly because I’m sick of my own Sad Sackery, but mostly because there are so many amazing writer girls in my world and I WANNA SCREAM ABOUT THEM! So I’m gonna.
Course I’m psyched that Alice Munro
Last night I was telling my husband why I’ve been such a bitch lately. I get lost, see. I get sad and lonely and feel unworthy. Then I do bad things.
Yesterday I didn’t want to use the internet at my house because we were on the verge of going over our
“Waah! OooRaaaah!” A lost child was crying somewhere near our bus stop.
My daughter’s head was swiveling. I wanted to keep walking. I didn’t want to get involved. These situations are never what they seem.
“There! In that tree!” She pointed to a thick branch about thirty feet overhead in a fir tree. A cat,
A man’s face appeared outside the window of my office two days ago. Dark-haired. Early thirties. Startled me out of my chair.
I had been sitting at the computer typing away on a story. He stepped onto my porch, silent. His body made a shadow on the floor. I turned. He stared
My mother-in-law loves Costco. For the record, I don’t want to love the two-pack cereal boxes or the vats of edamame hummus. I don’t want to indulge in so many free food samples that I skip lunch. I don’t want to pay a membership fee to a store at which I have
DO NOT do any of these if blogging is important to you!
Ok, truth: this is really a list of five stupid things that have kept ME from blogging for the past month…
1. I got in a fight. Not like punching or anything. My mom and I drove to Idaho with
An abandoned dairy near my house has become a rest stop for migrating birds–mostly Canada geese–and I can’t help slowing my car on mornings after I’ve dropped my daughter at school to gaze out into the field and watch the birds. Last week, I did a double-take when I noticed white
One year ago today I wrote my first blog post. The post stunk, mainly because I was trying too hard to be something I’m not: a writer who, on a first draft, can write brilliant online fiction. The experience taught me that like most mortals, I must spend hours and
I’m alone in one of the library’s tiny study rooms trying to write something deep and profound. That’s what REAL writers do. I don’t want to be a failure, so I try to think deep thoughts.
The door is closed and even though I’ve been here only twenty minutes (distracted by texts
Photo credit: National Park Service (http://www.nps.gov/)
Driving home last night from an impromptu going-away party for our friends’ Australian exchange student, my daughter and I spotted a male elk towering alongside the road.
Without thinking, I pumped the brakes and stopped the car right in front of him. The elk’s breath
Three days ago I was getting my hair cut when my phone buzzed. The screen flashed “Blocked Caller.”
The day before this call came in, I’d run into a former colleague at the dentist. She offered her sympathies regarding my friend’s recent passing and shared that a man we both used
The first time I went to NYC and told people I was from Alaska, they asked if I lived in an igloo. Unfortunately, no. I didn’t grow up in a house made of ice. That would’ve been way more exciting than our unremarkable middle-class house on Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula.
Aside the from
