A phone call from an old friend tonight. Yes, I’m aware that’s a fragment. Anyway. We talked for a while. She always reminds me (indirectly) that I used to be more gentle, more patient, more mindful than I am now. I’ve kind of devolved. In my “old” age, I’ve become harsh, quick to judge, and… Continue reading lacrosse skirts
>sigh< I’m glad GS camping only happens once a year. For our troop it does, anyway. Other troops camp more often; me, I can only handle it in small, spread-out doses. The foibles: a girl who, for all the excitement, never made it to the toilet in time (it seemed); several snits about rooming arrangements;… Continue reading all’s well that ends
Well, not really. You realize that until last year I said (and saw in my head) “Anchors Away!” Now that we have dabbled in sailing, I know what I’m really saying, and how to spell it. It still doesn’t make any sense, though. The anchor is not away, and it is not aweigh (as in… Continue reading anchors aweigh!
trading shoes for an evening chinese food in the mall standing in long lines for little sips of mostly good wine watching the donuts fry and glaze and drinking coffee at Krispy Kreme having a friend who shares it all with you
I had a paper accepted for a panel at SAMLA (South Atlantic Modern Language Assoc) in Atlanta this November. The title of the panel is _Maternity and Mothering: Rhetoric and Representation in Popular Culture._ My paper is “The Mom Blog: Rhetorical Strategies of Self-Representation.” Yeah. I should probably start writing it. 🙂 I’ve got a… Continue reading a little good news to temper the last downer
A particularly odious part of continuing education is the cost. Now, some people are simply infintely wiser than others, or they had parents* who educated them on the horrific black hole that is “credit” and did not allow them to borrow money for college, and those people escape the hell that is the student loan.… Continue reading paying dearly
I posted about getting a sitter for Josh while Jack is in pre-school so I could get some *real* work done now that Brian is back full-time. A sitter that I’m paying dearly for (this is mostly my fault, as I insist on overpaying my sitters considerably). And here I sit in the library parking… Continue reading I was afraid of this