Jan 14, 2010 Comments Off
Garden of dark thoughts
I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they need constant attention, & one day I decided I had better things to do.
- from Story a Day, via my friend Evanne
Jan 14, 2010 Comments Off
I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they need constant attention, & one day I decided I had better things to do.
- from Story a Day, via my friend Evanne
Jan 6, 2010 Comments Off
“Home” is such a simple word, at least on the surface. But where is home to a modern 24 year old? Is it the tiny apartment that she lovingly decorated with IKEA furniture and inexpensive trinkets from Target? Is it the two-story Victorian that he grew up in, where his parents still welcome him with open arms (and wallets)? Or is it that fuzzy future house he and she keep thinking about? The one they’re going to buy together a few years from now, with a big backyard for the Beagle they recently adopted and the little boy they both want someday.
These are the kinds of questions my friends and I are wrestling with as we transition out of school and into the Real World. It’s a strange time, because we’re technically adults, but most of us feel more like overgrown kids.
Read the rest of my guest blog New Adult – What is it?…
Dec 27, 2009 1 Comment
“I’m starting to believe that when I learn to tell the truth–not just once, but over and over again until it’s a habit–I will be taking the first step towards the possibility of a life that turns out differently from what the world predicts.”
- my friend and fellow fiction writer Aurora, at her new blog First Person Narrator
Dec 7, 2009 2 Comments
Nov 17, 2009 Comments Off
• It’s official, our Christmas tree is up. Nevermind that Thanskgiving hasn’t come and gone yet, let’s just skip right ahead to Christmas! … {sigh} Andy just gets so excited I couldn’t bear to make him wait any longer.
• When it rains in Cincinnati, everyone drives 30 mph slower than the speed limit. Is it in their genes, or something they learn in grade school here? I do not know, but I do not like it.
• Angie is busy. (You know, moving to a new city, starting a new job, getting a new apartment, living a new life…) We don’t talk every day anymore. This is weird.
I miss you, Angie-sama! And our blog does too.