Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Once I wrote an opera.   It was the mid 1990s, in California.  I was 16.  I was heavily involved in my high school theatre program – and the band – doubly talented, or doubly geekified, you be the judge.  I was a junior, and as part of an upper level drama course, my classmates…

You are so doggone sunny, my boy! You smile all the time – any time you see a face, and especially dad’s face or mine. You lean your whole body into it, crinkle up your eyes, and give us a huge openmouthed smile. It’s like crack for mommies. I gobble it up. We started you…

I wanted to take Jack to his first pumpkin patch experience yesterday.  Head to the local farm, pet the animals, buy a pumpkin, walk around the hay, etc.  Come home with a pumpkin, carve it, get all Halloweenish on him.  Have I mentioned how I love this time of year, and how excited I am…

Five or so years ago, when life events conspired to make me very sad, I did a ruthless wardrobe culling and spent about $500 on new clothes.  This was partly for practical reasons – I had dropped twenty pounds because I am a non-eating depressive (rather than, for example, a chocolate-snarfing depressive.)  It was also…

Had to follow up that post with this one, directly after watching the Veep debate.  What a refreshing debate!  How fantastic to see two people state their cases, pretty plainly, and argue with one another civilly and skillfully.  I was impressed, for the first time, with Governor Palin.  I thought she did a really good…