So help me if I have to type this out again, there will be beatings. You know what? I no longer have a superstitous dread of telling people about my ideas for stories before I’ve finished the story itself. You know why? Do you know how much work I’ve put into learning how to write? […]

Yay! I had a talk with Lee last night; we agreed we’re not doing enough stuff together. To reduce the discussion like so much cream to alfredo sauce, we’re going to go to the zoo one day (yay me), and Lee gets a slug-spoilage day, a whole day (after I get back from work) when

House dreams. Do you dream of a house? A particular house? Is it a real house? Do the rooms contain familiar objects or familiar people? What’s your feel of the house? Does the house change? My house dreams are never of a house that I know or recognize; there’s always someone chasing me. I can

Bebe, updated. Cheerios! List of foods: mama-milk, rice cereal, bananas, peaches, and cheerios. She cannot yet pick up the cheerios, although she can hold one in her fist and suck on her fingers until she forgets what she’s doing and lets the cheerio fall out. And this morning she noticed her own shadow for the

Rumor has it…that Dale’s going to be in Colo. Spgs. around the 18th of April.

Gay? Gay? Waaaaaaah! A couple of chicks at work were discussing some TV host that was coming out of the closet. “No way is she gay! Oh my god! That’s like… that’s like…” I jumped into the conversation. “That’s like Bruce Willis saying he’s gay! “Bruce Willis is not gay!” I said, “Good. Because every

This is a big orange thing with lips. If you haven’t heard it yet, Dale (my brother in law, for those who know him not) has a webpage! Pictures of Hawaii from his recent trip…it looks like most of the trip was spent in typical Kenyon fashion, i.e., sprawled out in some chair, although it

The delirious drug of motherhood. I’m a mother. I don’t get enough sleep. I find myself today in the kind of delirium that poets would seek in absinthe and opium, that I myself would seek in pots of diner coffee. It’s a beautiful day. Perhaps I’ll go for a walk.

Divorced people sure can be bitter about the opposite gender. Divorce ran in the family along with wide hips and a faithful craving for chocolate. From mother to daughter, daughter to son, there passed an eye of watchfulness and an eye of charity. The eye of watchfulness watched the husband, watched the wife; the eye

Snippet: Silkysoft I gave him a teddy bear, soft as a chinchilla’s hair, for his birthday; he was three. “Do you like it?” “It’s a toy for babies.” “But do you like it?” “Yes,” he said. “It’s silkysoft.” I can’t say what I hoped to find; his father’s love affairs sprang to mind. It was