I don’t feel like a grown-up anymore, because I have an earache and I can’t think of anything interesting to say here. Try this. Alan Rickman could read the proverbial phone book, you know what I’m saying?
I feel so grown up. I just submitted a proposal for a panel at next year’s AWP (Association of Writers and Writing Programs, I know there’s a W missing) conference. This is something that adults do. It’s not like I have Peter Pan syndrome. I have impostor…
The caption I want to use: “What happens when I send my husband to the grocery.” The caption he said I was allowed to use: “Winter’s comin.’”
I guess I’m allowed to talk about this by now: Tomorrow, on the Oprah Winfrey Show, several former cast members of Saturday Night Live will reunite. Somewhere in the audience, me. Oprah being very careful to own her own news, I signed something at the taping that…
I like mysteries. I think we’ve established that. But what you may not know is that I like mysteries in real life, too—or at least I seem to. I went out to dinner with Greg and our neighbor-friends last night and it was revealed that both the…
Sore throat. Bought a humidifier for my bedside table today. Sadly, it is not shaped like a bear or a dragon.
I think I’ve finally got down what I’m going to say at the event at my high school. Good thing, since it’s a week from today. After that’s over, I’ll come back here and post some of it. In the mean time, I’ll try to keep from…
This was supposed to be a writing blog, but guess what? I’m not writing. This is a problem on a couple of fronts, but I have high hopes that after a few more hurdles I will be able to pick up my lunch-hour habit again. One of…
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