I am omnipresent in Nicholas’s world. Throughout the day his bright little eyes remain fixed on me, following me from one side of the kitchen to the other, until I sit down beside him, or put him on my lap to nurse. Then, secure in the knowledge that Mommy is nearby, he turns his attention…
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2 Much, 2.0
A while back, I wrote about doing too much. Shortly after, I got an email from my sister, scolding me mildly for thinking that the world can’t go on without me. There are other people who can do music at church, she said, and without you, people will still find a way to learn NFP.…
Read MoreThere’s nothing quite like a deadline…
As of ten minutes ago, I’m more or less done with my short story. I have one more question niggling the back of my brain, and I’m waiting for the all-seeing, all-knowing perspective of my critique group to help me find clarity. But with or without their response, I will be finished with my story tomorrow.…
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The smell of spring permeates the air—the sweetness of crabapple, the heady perfume of lilac—and redbud petals lie strewn across the path at the entry to the woods. Deep down the path, the tiny wildflowers they call “shooting star” cluster at the base of towering oak trees. Frogs and birds sing, click, peep, into the…
Read MoreToo much–Too Long!
It is an occasion for thanks, and a little bit of frenetic freaking. Writer’s block? What writer’s block!I have too much to do!!!!! There is the long-standing commitment to finish the novel so I can be sending it out while I’m nursing around the clock for the next six months…There’s the new Advent book idea,…
Read MoreCell Phone Nation (or: Why I hate cell phones)
First of all, let me say this clearly. It’s. A. Telephone. Not a camera, not a Game Boy, not a computer, and not a boom box. Modern society is ruled by technology, much of which is good for humanity as a whole. One of the most pervasive technologies, however, is the cell phone, and…
Read MoreMomentum Revisited
Time is limited. Demands on it are not. Distractions abound, weariness interferes, sleepiness settles down over my brain in a heavy blanket that slows thought to a crawl. I sit at the computer and beat my way through it as best I can. Sometimes I do well. Sometimes I don’t. In 1998 I began…
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Kathleen M. Basi 