The second half of this entry’s title was a note I emailed to myself more than 3 years ago under subject “blog not tweet.” Actually, the email’s subject line reads, “blog not twwet,” but Ima chalk that up to typo-ing. As it turns out, there are twelve emails nested under that subject, so I’m sharing …
Since my social media vacay apparently has catapulted me into random-abundant-blogging mode, and since I have books on the brain (HA HA BUSINESS AS USUAL AMIRITE), here are the titles and statuses? stati? of my finished…um…”finished” novels. Egad, I bet ya’ll thought that sentence would never end. (BUT I HAVE A MILLION OF THEM OH …
By-the-by… The Elevator is out! Which is, *ahem*, not to say that the elevator is out-of-order. In my humble opinion, it is rather functional. IT IS ALSO AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE. Feast thou thine eyes upon this: Buy now! Kindle Nook Inktera (formerly Page Foundry) 24Symbols iTunes Kobo Y’all, I gotta tell ya, I am just …
Every time I clean, I lose things. Organized chaos tells me exactly where things are. I try not to get too philosophical about this. Living my faith is harder for me than giving faith up. I am more aware now of the reality of my privilegedness than I ever have been in my life. Chocolate-flavored …
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
4yo: You be Twilight Sparkle, and I’ll be Nightmare Moon.
Me: Well, Twilight Sparkle reads books, so let’s go read some books.
4yo: And Nightmare Moon kills people, so let’s go kill some people.
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Um.
#kidssaythecreepiestthings
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4yo: Mama, you are a normal person.
Me: Thank you, so are you. What does normal mean?
4yo: It means that you’re alive.
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This seems rather deep and #existential for a preschooler.
Finis.
Exeunt.
I posted a version of this on Facebook this morning. CLARIFICATION I don’t hate any one person. I don’t hate any group of people. I don’t hate any demographic. I don’t hate. I feel angry. I feel hurt. I feel concerned — not for myself, not for any religious institution, not for so-called “religious freedom,” …
Once upon a time, there was a writer who bleached the face-framing portion of her hair and then dyed that portion pastel blue. It lasted a couple of weeks, then faded. And it continued fading from bluish into the bleached blonde until the blue and yellow combo looked decidedly greenish. But it looked kind of …
Hile, lovelies, I’d been thinking I hadn’t blogged since January, and then I check and find that I last blogged in February. On Valentine’s Day, to be prezact. And it was my poetical ode to villains, which is extra appropriate to look back upon today. ‘Cause this post is gonna be POETRY Y’ALL. BANGERANG. So, …
Second post in one day. This is a new record for the last couple of years. In case you missed it, I just posted the first installment of my Valentine’s Day poetry tweets. Those were the random ones. Below for your enjoyment, please find the ones that make a full poem (of sorts). Since Valentine’s …