Well Played, Facebook!

That didn’t take long. Yesterday, I wrote about how we all needed to be more thoughtful about our use of social media and stop scapegoating sites like Facebook for our human failings and disappointments. Even before the post went live, this morning, Facebook flagged my PC as being “possibly infected with malware” and tried to Read More …

Punctuation Check-up: The Doctor Will See You Now

Terminal Punctuation Disease It’s a real problem. But fortunately, there’s help. No, you won’t find it in an online pharmacy, and you don’t have to cross the border. Just sit back and pay attention. Ending, or terminal, punctuation marks always go inside quotation marks. For example: “John said he’d do that on Tuesday,” said Mary. Read More …

Happy Halloween!

Halloween, also known as “Break the Internet with Your Noveling Angst Day,” or “Reverse Triskaidekaphobia Day,” is upon us. It is the day when too many of us eat too much bad candy (or argue that there is no such thing as “bad” candy, declaring that the witches have decreed Halloween to be magically calorie free). It is the Read More …

Antisocial? I Know I Am, But What Are You?

My dad brought me a box of memorabilia that included my grade school “memory book.” Tucked into its pages was an assessment letter from my Kindergarten teacher: July 1, 1969 Dear Mr. and Mrs. F______: Holly has been a dignified, rather inflexible, and self-centered kindergartener. It is very difficult for her to project beyond herself. Read More …

Eradicating Edna

Eradicating Edna is an unfinished novel dedicated to all whose “inner critic” is a bitch.   Prologue Just so no one mistakes the Book Description for the book itself! The chapters are waaaaaay down there. I seriously thought about quitting. Then I recaptured the true spirit of NaNoWriMo. I remembered what it was all about: Read More …

How Did You Do It?

That I was able to pick myself up off the sidewalk, hobble up the stairs, lurch over to the chair, and ask my niece to bring ice should have reassured me that there was nothing too impressively wrong with my ankle. But on that personal pain scale – not the standard “scale of 1 to Read More …

Spam Café

Now and then, I don a HAZMAT suit and dive into the spam bucket to see if anyone I know fell in. (I won’t name names, and I won’t always throw you a rope – kind of depends on the depth and stinkiness of the bucket on any given day.) I miss the days when Read More …

Show, Don’t Tell

Angela popped open the trunk and pulled a large cardboard box from it. At the top of the box was a terracotta pot with a curling vine, the sort of vine that grew easily under the cold glare of fluorescent lights in stuffy, airless office cubes everywhere. The carbon-dioxide rich air of P.S. 120, redolent Read More …

Breakfast of Roadkill

“Hey, Charlie! Charlie!” Fat Huey glanced left, then right, as he ambled across the highway like a small tank. “Wanna grab a bite to eat?” Charlie squinted into the rising sun. He’d been basking in its warmth, enjoying the solitude. Dinner still rounded his belly, but at the mention of food, his innards rumbled slightly. Read More …

Kauai, Kona, Kanapala, Kilauea

Kilauea should be first on that list, right?  I’m budgeting a little extra for when I get arrested for poking hot lava with a stick, and that’ll probably end the tour as they ship my happy okole back to the mainland. Or maybe not – looks like Poke A Stick Tours in Kanapala is still operating! But just Read More …

Drive to Dine, Drink, and Demolish

D was more difficult than I imagined it would be. I recruited my husband’s help, on this one – and it’s probably going to get me put on a list, somewhere. But since his suggestion of “dunk a basketball” was met with heavy sighs, eye-rolling, and “you surely know me better than that,” he shifted Read More …

Bagpipes

I warned my daughter Katie, the other day, that I would be blogging about my “bucket list” for the next month. “I’m not dying,” I assured her. “It’s just…well, I’m doing this A to Z blogging thing, and I wanted a theme that was flexible.” Remember me saying that if I were given only six months Read More …