Tag: Life
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Autumn’s Arrival
Yesterday evening I noticed the leaves on certain trees are beginning to dry and curl, not in a diseased or dehydrated way. The green on most deciduous trees isn’t as vibrantly green as it was in June–there’s just a hint more yellow in it. Today I noticed the sunlight was different. A slightly different quality…
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Hyperventilating . . . Again
I am taking the next step on my big girl author journey. I’m . . . Huuuhuhuuuuhhu . . . Huuhuhhuhuhhhhuuuuuh *deep breath, in the nose, out the mouth…* I’veregisteredSquarePegBooksasabusiness. *ears ringing* This should not be so traumatic as I’m making it out to be, but for some reason it absolutely is a crisis for…
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What Gets Better with Age?
Well, at the grand old age of almost 50, I would have to say: “the ability to not give a fuck.” It starts small, and it isn’t usually a conscious decision. You don’t just wake up one morning and notice a new ad on your feed or whatever advertising a “how to stop caring about…
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Springtime Blahs
Back when I was a wee child, the Springtime Blahs were a phenomena that was associated with students and teachers only. It’s that vague time between Spring Break and Summer Break where all anybody actively participating in the US public school system cares about is muscling through the last few weeks. The goal is ahead;…
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Being Supportive
My parents were not as supportive of my desire to write and publish as I would’ve liked them to be. It wasn’t until the last few years of my father’s life that he became a little more (vaguely) supportive of the notion. I don’t know what he was thinking during those last few years. He…
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In Defense of Whimsy
I’ve always been a little odd. The square peg that almost fits in the round hole, but not quite. When I was a child my oddness marked me out a bit. I wasn’t quite the most unpopular kid in school, but I was definitely on the lower end of the pecking order. This may be…
