Yesterday, the chickens took my keyboard out of my office, wrapped it in Christmas paper, tagged it for their cousins, and put it under the tree. There are several ways I could interpret this situation. Combined with the fact that my harddrive crashed last week, I think maybe I’ll choose to treat the chickens’…
My Instructions for a Perfect Christmas Tree Hunting Experience is on the Travel Oregon blog.
Chicken Noodle (Distraught, after a lengthy time out for kicking her sister in the head): “Mom, I know I need to listen to my heart, but my heart said beat Maris up.”
Last week, I took seven days off of everything to help my mother through her first chemo treatment—or, as they say in Hawaii, her first date with “my friend Kimo.” It was my first experience as witness to chemo. I imagine chemo looks the same anywhere, but here are my notes on Hawaiian Kimo. It’s…
When you know your word-nerdly ways have been successfully passed on to the next generation: Chicken Little, aged 3: “Mom, I tooted twice. Hey, an alliteration! Tooted twice! (giggle)”
Well, I did it. I wrote a book in nine weeks. I knocked out a 250-page, 65,000 word book in 60-odd days. Sent off to editor-land yesterday. (Actually, apparently I got a little carried away, because I accidentally wrote 75,000 words. Dammit. Would this not have been a fine opportunity to taste the strange fruit…
Checker: You girls are so cute! Chicken Noodle and Chicken Little (preening): Thanks! Checker: Do you have any other brothers or sisters? CN: We had a brother. CL: But he died. CN: Yeah, he’s dead. CL: Really, really dead. CN: Super dead. Checker: Oh. (begins to shove grocery items very quickly into bags, avoiding eye…
When I was young, Halloween was my very favorite holiday. No big surprise for a kid who was always yearning to be anyone but herself. Even if it was a fantasy, this was my one chance a year to be wilder, freer, happier, better. The last few weeks have been pretty darned real, as was…
Chicken Little, three-going-on-four, has learned a new word. She’s been working hard to insert it in as many sentences as possible. I need to go to bed right now, dammit. Where is my ducky blanket, dammit? Dammit, I hate oatmeal. Dammit, I want to catch a butterfly! Meanwhile, Chicken Noodle, five-going-on-six, is writing her own…
Check out Hunting For Pumpkins in Central Oregon, in Travel Oregon. (and just look at those cute chickens!)