October 27, 2015
Every week, I have a status meeting with my monk. For each trimester, and then the summer, we set a day and time, and he shows up promptly at my office door, sometimes a few minutes early. His teaching schedule changes throughout the year, so we have to adjust. I do not mind in the slightest. I would meet with him whenever he likes, because our status meetings are typically a lot of fun.
October 25, 2015
Zoe tests off the charts for writing and spelling (and high on everything else), and I love that she loves to learn new words. I also love when she tries and nearly gets it, but just misses.
October 20, 2015
October 20, 2015
April 16, 2014
I’ve been looking for – and finding – a shitload of inspiration out here in the Internets. Lots of amazing, talented, gifted writers who blow me away in 500 words or 4000 words of whatever. Fiction, non-fiction, blogs. I’ve even found one writer who is currently being celebrated while I think she’s just kind of bitchy. One of her adoring fans, a fledgling writer, asked her how to deal with jealousy, and she responded that the girl didn’t have enough experience yet to be jealous. WTF. Jealousy is jealousy. It’s illogical and irrational and shitty and you can’t help the way you feel. That’s what makes it so awful. “Hey there, green monster. It’s not time for you yet! Wait until I’ve sweated and toiled for 10 years and gotten nowhere. Then come back for only then I shall be worthy of harboring jealous thoughts.” Get over yourself, already. And stop making women feel like their feelings aren’t valid. That’s not cool. It’s like eating your young.
April 9, 2014
This morning I stopped at Starbucks on the way to work (I know, I know, you’re shocked), and when I hopped out of the car I saw some new green plants popping up in the parking lot landscaped berm. I am so happy to see green showing up everywhere, and buds on trees, that it makes me smile.
April 8, 2014
I have heard so much about this book, and yet have put off reading it for so long. It’s time now.
March 28, 2014
I decided recently that I’m not writing enough. Or, to be more accurate, that I’m not writing at all.