I know it is so boring to talk about my cat. But y’all, she is just so great. I came home from a fancy party early tonight because I was about to turn green, and this is what she does. “Do you have a tummy ache, mommy? How about if I lie on your knees … Continue reading
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
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 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
Where I sat for many hours this past week, looking at and listening to the Pacific ocean while writing and editing chapters of my little writing project. I’m at 39,000 words.
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
A commercial for “barbecue” charcoal briquettes tonight proclaimed that winter is over. Hmm. These are my still new snow-worthy winter shoes that haven’t seen any wear, since here in the Sierras winter has not yet arrived. Okay, we’ve had two smallish storms, followed by 65 degree days. Whatever. That doesn’t count. In 2011, we had … Continue reading
