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Apps for Thinking About Time
I am an extremely visual thinker. I think this is, at least partially, why I am a very good, clear writer, but I struggle in verbal communication. In conversation, I can’t reorganize my thoughts to make sense of them before I share them, but in writing, I basically kick ass in the clarity department. So … Continue reading
Featured Posts (aka, the good ones)
Flowers from my just-planted garden. I already have a hundred arugula sproutlings!
That is my total word count today, as I printed out the first theoretically readable, finished manuscript. Celebrate! And now, off to a two-day meditation retreat.
You guys know that I love baseball. Always. Even when the Astros broke my heart every year as a little girl, I didn’t hold it against baseball. We go to lots of Giants games. Who wouldn’t. AT&T (née Pac Bell) Park might be the best place to see a sporting event on the planet: retro … Continue reading
I’ve been feeling tremendously sentimental lately. I wish I could say, oh, I’m emotional about x or y, but that isn’t it. I’m just sentimental in general. Now, I have done some things lately that could be a logical source of nostalgia. For example, I’ve been missing my mom lately. And last week I unpacked … Continue reading
I’ve been coming to this coastal California town for three years now. I love it because it is quiet. It is a working-class fishing town, not a resort town; the best food in town is probably the crack-your-own crabs, eaten at the picnic tables outside Spud Point Crab Company; the coffee is fresh well before … Continue reading
If you aren’t leaving sweet little notes for your wives, why not?
I was in the Bay Area last week and (of course) I did some shopping. I know everyone has different habits regarding what they do when they buy something new. I used to think everyone was like me, until I discovered SweetiePie has the strange habit of not using a new item for months and … Continue reading
The other half of my brain
- Holy stories, Batman!
- Afternoon at the playground.
- Interlude – First GradeSelections from B’s First Grade work.
- May DayBoth of my grandmothers were born on May 1st. Grandma taught me to play. She always arrived with a suitcase full of fun – terrible wigs, crocheted Barbie gowns, specially made nightgowns. Grandmother taught me to enjoy being quiet. My … Continue reading →
- Wet nose plus flower petals.
