I Never Said That! #FridayReflections

The Internet, once a place for academic collaboration and knowledge sharing, has become fertile soil for the emergence and growth of “alternative facts” and “fake news.” We are all complicit in the spread and planting of this mental kudzu, and it speaks volumes about us – all of us – when we share what we 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 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 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 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 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. Read More …