Dear Future Me, These last few weeks have been frightening, I hope when you are society looks back and shakes its heads sadly. The memories of pain and fear. The sorrow and striking images of suffering which sadden society. I want to remind you: I hope you remember how much I am relying on the courage of those… Continue reading Writing: Dear Future Me
Category: Memories
Politics: I won’t help terrorists
It has taken me days to figure out what I want to say about Paris. It reminds me of the terror attacks of 9/11. I remember exactly where I was when I found out about those planes. Paris didn't hit me quite as hard, I'm going to say it's because I know Paris is historically strong.… Continue reading Politics: I won’t help terrorists
Life: Word Distractions
Today as I was coming out of my chosen lunch-retreat, I saw a woman wearing a great pair of sunglasses. I opened my mouth to compliment her and the world froze around me. "Your sunglasses are amazing." Nope. Too fan-girl. Amazing is, in my world, an action-adjective. That roller coaster was amazing. Eating that deliciousness was amazing.… Continue reading Life: Word Distractions
Life Events: No Reviews Nov
I haven't written any book reviews because I've mostly been reading from series. In general, unless it's the first book in a series and stands alone well (such as the Crosspointe book I reviewed), I don't like reviewing one book in a series. And all-too-many series are unfinished. (Damn those authors for publishing before they… Continue reading Life Events: No Reviews Nov
Life Memories: Trick or Treat!
I really only have one stand-out memory of Halloween trick-or-treating. Most of my memories are before (getting excited & dressing up) or after (splitting and trading candy). There was only one year that stands out. I was six or seven. I'd have to look through my mother's photo-collection (she labels by year) to figure out.… Continue reading Life Memories: Trick or Treat!
Writing: The Author Sisyphus Complex
I'm not published. I've sent in a few manuscripts, but my own high standards and a few rejections... I know I'm a coward not to "plow through" and "keep sending it out." I write what I love to write. As much as a piece of me yearns and burns to see my book sitting on… Continue reading Writing: The Author Sisyphus Complex
Life Memories: My Face
There are two facts about my face that people don't tend to realize: I have a glass face. This sentence sums up two things, the first being that I literally have glass in my face. I was in a car accident when I was about 5 and was splattered with glass from the window. Cut… Continue reading Life Memories: My Face
Memories: My Couch
Yesterday I gave away my couch. My couch was my first "adult" purchase. Before my car. Before my first mattress. I brought home my kitties to this couch. This is the couch I cried on when I had my first serious heartbreak. I know it's "silly" to get sentimental over a piece of furniture, but this… Continue reading Memories: My Couch
Memories: Animal Activism
I am not the greatest animal activist. I would like to do more to help with things like Lolita - the killer whale in a tiny tank. I would like to save the tigers and elephants and rhinos. I would like to protect habitats being eroded by greedy logging and farming. I think these are… Continue reading Memories: Animal Activism
Life Choice: Start a side business?
I changed jobs a little over a year ago and of course immediately had a set of people who reached out, "oh, you were successful at this HORRIBLE JOB HUNTING THING - can you help me?" So I looked at a few resumes, gave a little feedback. Occasionally, we sat down and battered the resume… Continue reading Life Choice: Start a side business?
Dream by Day 