What Happens When You Go To Sleep With A Fistful Of Silly Putty
In case anyone was wondering.
Central Oregon Magazine
Check out my article Shooting Stars: Central Oregonians on the Rise in Central Oregon Magazine. I love writing profiles and had a blast writing this one about some truly inspirational people.
My Favorite 2010 Holiday Memory, By Far
That’s Noodle. This photo exactly summarizes her personality. What’s with the Angel sticker on the car, you ask? For Christmas, my sister pimped her husband’s ride. A 1990’s era Honda Accord done up in dragon, skull/crossbone, and angel/devil motif is one hot ticket, let…
The Unparalleled Allure of an Imaginary Brother
Chicken Noodle: Mom, we’re playing princess castle and Little won’t be the prince and I want her to be the prince. Me: I’m sorry, baby. But she gets to be what she wants. Noodle: If our brother were alive, he’d be the prince. Me: Yeah, maybe. Noodle: And there would be more of us to…
Holiday Retreat
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’…
Oh Christmas Tree
My Instructions for a Perfect Christmas Tree Hunting Experience is on the Travel Oregon blog.
Quote of the Day
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.”
Hey, Kimo
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…
Literacy Begins At Home
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)”
That's a Wrap
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…