It Is What It Is

When I was a kid, I thought it would be great to be a grownup, because grownups got to do whatever they wanted to do, whenever they wanted to do it. Now don’t laugh, I know you all thought it too. We all know better now. As adults, we get to direct the big picture…

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In Which I Am Having A Serious Case of Adolescent Identity Crisis

___1___ This week in novel writing I have been tackling the dreaded Query and Short Pitch. For those who are not initiated into this most stress-inducing of rites, let me enlighten you. Or not. Everyone has a different idea of what works, and it is the ultimate game of “read the teacher’s mind,” trying to…

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Fiction: Peaches and Bread

“What d’you wanna be when you grow up?” asked Steve. “What kinda question is that?” responded Malachi. “I’m gonna be a machinist like my dad. Just like you. Right?” Steve didn’t answer. He lay on the soft grass in the shade of a peach tree, his hands behind his head, and stared up at the…

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A Fry Pan Can Be A Holy Thing

Over the weekend we had a memorial service for my grandmother. When it was all over, the family went to her apartment and looked through her things. Each of us was able to go home with items that belonged once to her. And I’m reminded of the wisdom of a faith that manifests the spiritual, the…

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Blogging, privacy issues, and a Mommy Blogger

The great thing about the online community is the way you can draw on the experiences of a much wider variety of people than ordinary life allows. You can have a conversation with a number of people at the same time, and everyone’s experiences and perspectives (via comment box) enrich each other. Yet sooner or…

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7 Quick Takes

___1___ There’s just nothing quite like being awakened at 3a.m. by every smoke detector in the house going off. EEE–EEE—EEEEEEEEEEEE. EEE–EEE—EEEEEEEEEEE…every one of them is high-pitched, but about a quarter tone off the others. Just imagine. They’re all linked, so no matter where you are in the house you’ll wake up. That’s good, except that…

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Cars and Vans And Things That Go

When Alex was a baby, the time I felt most secure in my role as a mother (outside of nursing) was bath time. At bath time, I knew what I was supposed to do. There was a structure to it, and he loved it, so I felt confident that I was seeing to both his…

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