I keep wanting to get back to blogging regularly, if for no other reason than I have a lot of ideas and I won’t get them out anywhere else. Strangely, it seems that I’ll never get back to blogging unless I actually…oh, I dunno…blog. So here I am. On my phone I have an app …
(So, I knew I was a bit behind on listing the books I’ve read, but I didn’t realize that the last time was more than 4 years ago. Sheesh and begorrah, Batman.) Favorite/particularly memorable books get asterisks; the more asterisks, the more the fave. …2023 …2024 …2025 ________________ As of today, I’m on book nr. …
This post is brought to you by Somebody Was Grammatically Wrong On The Internet. I’m gonna try to keep this short <– this is my caveat emptor concerning the fact that I am not going to cover all the bases in this little essay. Essaylet. Whatevs. Anyway, I’m warning you, Gentle Constant Reader, not to …
So, when last you left Your Heroine, she’d posted a thing about a McGowan-Engley podcast episode entitled “Euphemism.” If you haven’t read that thing, you should probably go do that now. And maybe even listen to said podcast episode, too. In fact, your best bet at maintaining serenity and sanity is probably just to skip …
I’ve been listening on occasion to the Why Theory podcast by Todd McGowan and Ryan Engley. I don’t always understand what they’re talking about — but at the very least, there’s never a dull moment with these two. This morning, I started the episode “Euphemism.” Full disclosure: I’ve only gotten about ten minutes in, because …
There was a time when I loathed tattoos. This was when I was still my fearful child self, my anxiety-ridden teen self, and my superconfused young adult self. Anything different was terrifying. I know. Welcome To Humanness, right? People with tattoos intimidated the shit out of me. Remember, this was Germany in the ’80s and …
Well, we’re multiple days into 2019, and I’ve not yet updated the two of you (who still read this blog) on my reading list for the previous year. So here ya go. To recap: last year’s goal was to read one nonfiction book concurrently with every fiction book. That sort of worked out. I met …
Me: So, I’m desperately searching for this new book I read about online. Ed: Oh? Me: Yeah, and I can’t find it anywhere. I swear I read an article about it just a few days ago. But I can’t remember the title, the author, the main character, nothing. Not even where I read about it. …
that moment when your husband points out to you that the strangely liquidy laundry soap you’ve been washing clothes in for a week is actually fabric softener well, that explains a lot In Other News 4yo: You be Twilight Sparkle, and I’ll be Nightmare Moon. Me: Well, Twilight Sparkle reads books, so let’s go read …
And now for something that only I might find funny. But I do confess I laughed so hard, I cried. I recently had the toddler (2 years, 10 months) leave Ed a voicemail message. The audio is utterly endearing and cute. But I was in stitches reading the Google Voice transcription: “Hey. And yeah, Hi. …