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You Cannot Change the World by Leaving It

Why I am Giving Up Facebook, Google, and Amazon for Lent (and Challenging You to Do the Same!) In 2008, I accidentally endorsed the Republican Party Platform – or so it seemed. And this was confusing, since I’d written about why I couldn’t support their positions on the issues and wouldn’t be voting for their candidate. I noticed that the AdSense block on my sidebar was showing... read more

The Authoritative Authority Blogger

It is 2017, and we have moved from arguments like “PC vs. Mac” or “Which is King: Content or Marketing?” or “Is Passive Voice Evil?” and trying to answer the eternal question of what constitutes a “real writer” and is a blogger such a creature? to “What Is An Authority Blog Post?” My first thought was, “Who cares?” It’s a sort... read more

What I Want for My Birthday, and It Ain’t a Piece of Cake!

It all began with me saying, “No chocolate cake; please do not feed the Birthday Bear!” (No, today’s not my birthday – it’s coming up soon, but it’s not today.) Much as I LOVE that Costco Chocolate layer cake, I am even more serious about shedding some pounds before my self-imposed deadline for buying a mother-of-the-bride dress. And having just had very minor surgery... read more

Cherry’s Boo-Boo: Fixed with Chipex!

Last year, I had the opportunity to review a product called Chipex. My first thought was, “Sounds great, but I’d have to scratch the sweet paint job on my own car to try it out, so, no.” I guess I was meant to review Chipex, because a few months later, I came out of the office and saw this: Seriously, who does this to someone and doesn’t leave a note? Had I lost out on my... read more

Skating on Thin Ice: The Still Power of Water and Words

I used to skate – never on four wheels, but on silvery, knife-edged blades. I remember that first time, at a friend’s birthday party, clutching the red wooden rail around an old hockey rink with frozen, mittened fingers in a terrified death grip. I wanted so desperately to get off that solid block of frozen water and sip hot cocoa by the fire, but I persisted. I wasn’t interested in... read more

Letting Go of 2016, Anticipating 2017

Adieu, 2016 “As we get ready for a new year, it’s always good to remember where we’ve been.” Or maybe we need to say to ourselves, “Don’t look back. Let it go. Focus on the future.” I will say this: Like most years before it, 2016 has been unusual, challenging, crazy-making, and bittersweet, interspersed with moments of laughter and joy. Let’s not dwell on its failures... read more

Hike WHO? Oh, Haiku!

It’s a wonder the Japanese haven’t squished us with the giant flyswatter of disdain for grossly oversimplifying haiku. “Oh, it’s easy! Just three lines. First line’s got five syllables, next has seven, last one’s got five. See? Anyone can write haiku.” Cultural appropriation at its worst, if you ask me. Rarely is it mentioned to the budding poet-blossom that... read more

Falling Leaves and Water

Just for fun, I signed up for WordPress University’s “Writing: Intro to Poetry.” Of course, if you’re expecting me to follow the lessons like an obedient little student, writing, as the first assignment suggests, a “haiku about water,” then you don’t know me at all. Poke around this blog a bit… In all fairness, it’s been a while since I wrote any... read more

Why Do We Mourn Strangers and Celebs?

2016 is probably NOT the worst year on record for “deaths of famous people.” Baby Boomers – the largest segment of the population – are of an age where the celebrities and older people who meant something special to us during our “formative years” are dying. They were older than we were, remember; it was inevitable. We thought they’d live forever, because they... read more

Curing Kitchen Clutter

I’m a bit of a clutterbug. My husband just raises a skeptical eyebrow when I point to photos of Einstein’s messy desk as proof of my mad genius. If shelves overflowing with books makes me a “hoarder,” I reject all calls for an intervention. But when it comes to our shared spaces, like the kitchen, I’ll concede that the man has a point. When an opportunity arose to try some... read more

Coloring Creativity into Blogging

What the heck does coloring have to do with creativity in blogging, or enhancing your creativity as a blogger? I’m talking about grown-ups grabbing a box of Crayola Crayons and going to town on a more intricate, adult version of a coloring book. How do you color creativity into blogging? There are a number of blog posts “out there” suggesting that coloring is a panacea for everything... read more

Rebellion and Revenge

Emmett and I took turns at the helm, just for fun. In truth, the Bonny Anapest could steer herself, but we sang sea chanteys loud enough to raise Davey Jones and drank rum and and pretended to be pirates as we rode the cresting thermals of a line of training thunderstorms, imagining the distant roll of thunder to be the guns of our enemies, the lightning flash the flash of canon fire. “I feel like... read more

The Power of Imagination and Words

It’s not every day you see a royal blue call box sporting a mast and sails. “Well, aren’t you lovely?” I whispered as she proudly unfurled her flag. It wasn’t one I recognized; I’d expected a Jolly Roger, but this was gold flame and purple smoke on a field of crimson, and unlike any flag I’d seen before. “It’s our flag,” explained Emmett.... read more

Why Me?

“Should we tell her?” “She’ll figure it out, soon enough.” I overheard them whispering while I tried desperately to shed the futility of fifty-thousand thousand words in an afternoon. I’d seen it done, once or twice; instead of giving me hope, the knowledge that it was possible only heaped a larger dollop of inadequacy on my head. The realization that I’d picked a... read more

Drunk on Freedom, Dancing with the Jinn

NaBloPoMo. NaNoWriMo. NaNoBloWriPoMo... “There’s just no redeeming this month, is there?” I asked Emmett, dejectedly. “Sure there is,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. He emerged from my kitchen bearing a large Mason jar full of freshly-squeezed pineapple juice. “Where did you get that?” I asked. I hadn’t bought pineapples or juice in a while. If... read more

There’s No Place Like 127.0.0.1

“Come on, Emmett, let’s go home.” New Orleans, bright and colorful and smelling of beignets and stale booze and coffee, now seemed soured and sinister. “You don’t want to explore the city while we’re here? It’s strange how much – and how little – has changed.” Emmett’s gaze traveled 360 degrees to take in all the hustle and bustle that... read more

Like Sand Through the Motherboard

As we walked the streets of the French Quarter, I continued to ponder the plot, idly wondering which of Grimm’s fairy tales I was living. Perhaps I wasn’t living; perhaps I’d fallen, hit my head, and was somewhere hooked up to life support… I struggled to keep up with Emmett’s longer stride, and realized that if I were on life-support, my now-ragged breathing would have set... read more

Like Fireflies in a Pickle Jar

“What the hell just happened back there?” I asked. “You two have a history, don’t you? How’d I get dragged into this? Talk to me, Emmett, or I swear to God I’ll hire a car, drive back to Houston, and leave you here.” The old woman had kicked us out of the courtyard after foisting her “seven year warranty” on me and refusing me a refund on the PC from... read more

Madame and the Warranty

The beignets were certainly as good as I remembered them. Warm, slightly chewy dough, deep-fried and liberally dusted with powdered sugar, they practically melted in my mouth. The coffee was strong enough to hold up to milk and sharpened all my senses. “So, you know New Orleans?” I was grasping for the connection. “Of course. It’s a port city. How would I not know New... read more

It’s…Different on the Inside

We began to roll out of the driveway. Emmett examined the dashboard with great interest.He fiddled with the AC knob and radio seek buttons, startling himself as the radio landed on a rather loud Death Metal station. “First car trip?” I asked. There would likely be a lot of firsts, all within the first hour or two of our road trip. Emmett nodded. Though he was a little scrunched over there in... read more

Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You

Barefoot and dressed only in a thin black tank top and California Crazee pants, I made a beeline for the coffee maker. My new friend was already up, trying to figure out how to use the satellite and DVR with its six remotes – each of them having one or more unique functions and about 97 buttons that all did the same thing. “So, what’s your name?” I asked, scooping heaping... read more

The Challenge

“The challenge,” Prunebutt mused, “is not to think too far ahead.” It referred, of course, to my compulsive, headlong commitment to things like NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. I used to refer to these as “Nah, go blow me” and “Nah, no wri’ mo…” but I’ve stuck with the latter, more out of a sense of tradition than anything else, for fifteen years.... read more

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