i am really a newbie too, bc i havent written anything real here. and i rarely leave comments, bc my computer is SOOOO slow that i type a word, and then wait several to many moments before the computer types the word out, letter by letter. its quite excruciating, for an impatient girl like myself. if, however, your computer is not excruciatingly slow, i suggest you leave comments every time you read. you know we all love comments. they are where our community originated, no? so leave…Continue
I have shared all the trials and tribulations involved in making these butterfly sculptures recently. It has been a rough week. I learned so much and went from a literal translation of Butterfly to an abstract portrayal of freedom and flight. Today I…Continue
Emboldened by David Niose’s brilliant blog, “Wow. This reviewer hates my book,” I decided to share my own rebuttal of a religious conservative’s horrible, terrible, very bad review of my novel, Saints in the Latter Days.
Here it goes …
A Mormon reader recently bashed Saints in the Latter Days as “shocking,” “irreverent,” “grating,” and just plain obnoxious.
I prefer to describe it as funny.
One of his…Continue
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A Country Café
I’m driving down from Asheville town on 25. I have no doubt, I have no fear and I feel alive. The night is young, and the moon is high. The mountains speak and the doves they…Continue
The two men sat across the desk from each other projecting a tension that pinged in the air between them. The one behind the desk, the larger man, seemed stuck in a dieseling mode, barking his name at the other man, who sat straight in his chair attempting to maintain his…Continue
It was a beautiful garden. It was my sanctuary. The place I could heal the flower beds, which in turn, healed my pains. When I bought the house it had been a foreclosure, vacant for a year and then briefly owned by a family with 3 small children. People with no free time to restore 300 feet of weed covered flower beds.
When I moved in, the kochia and thistle were already chest high. The apple tree was dead as were most of the shrubs, there was an inch of dirt and fine…Continue
"Taoism teaches a person to flow with life."
In those first moments of being alone in his new home, a sense of overwhelming questioning over took my son. He silently contemplated, "Am I doing the right thing, why am I here, I left everyone I know, my family, I am alone". Well, as he later considered, he was not really alone, he was with some people he knew from his college, he was in a foreign country, but one in which he had visited before, knew the language of and…Continue
It’s birthday week at the Lindau’s. From the 11th to the 20th we will celebrate my sister’s, son’s, mother-in-law’s and husband’s special day. Whew! There will be many presents purchased, cakes baked and photographs taken. We are going to celebrate!
Where in the heck did birthday cakes come from anyway? After FSOG (five seconds on Google), I had my answer. Thank you…Continue
Angel rolled over and patted his girlfriend on the shoulder,
"I don't think we should go, I am feeling kind of bad."
"Nonsense, you just ate too much again. It will be good for you, sweat off that second piece of pie." Maria was scooting out of bed, crossing the room to the closet. A neatly stacked pile of clothes awaited. Black leggings and long sleeve T, a zip up hoodie, black socks and lace up boots. Not really combat boots, she was a lady and stuff, but she knew they…Continue
Forgiveness is the modern equivalent of snake oil. Dazzled believers feel cured while skeptics are pushed to the back of the crowd. As social animals, we have to protect the group dynamic sometimes at the cost of the individual. In some cases, there is nothing left to do. All the shouting has been ignored and to save our sanity we are willing to try anything just to let the hurt go. We accept their apology in person or absentia and try to turn away. Their acts so damning that our forgiveness…Continue
Dear President Obama:
Today my unemployment benefits ended. They were scheduled to end 12/29, (which, itself is premature), but they stopped short. I didn’t think this crisis could get worse, but now I know it will. In effect, I’ve been thrown off the fiscal cliff. Imagine the Thanksgiving I will have without any money.
Mr. President, not only do I WANT to work, I NEED to work. I’ve been on my own and working since I was fifteen. I worked my way through college twice,…Continue
A friend of mine is fond of saying "You can know what you do, but you can't know what you do does." In the parable of the sower…Continue
Pit bull owners hate criticism of their dogs.
Mention the breed's legendary ferociousness and they retaliate with rationalizations: The dog is no more hostile than any other breed; its temperament depends on how the dog was raised; the dog is simply protective of its owners; blah, blah, blah.
I hate the damn things. I wish they'd go away.
My former neighbors owned pit bulls. Sometimes I'd be outside when they'd take the male for a walk. He stretched at the leash, trying…Continue
Here's the thing, Big John.
Anyone who has ever held a position of power of any kind has had to do what Susan Rice did the day she read the only information she had about Benghazi, at the time, to the press.
You know it. And we all know you know it.
Which is why you look…Continue
South River Recreation Center Basement – RBF Initiation Area 3
Scene 7: Love Calls
Glossary of Terms…Continue
November usually lends itself to black and white around here. I am still mourning the passing of autumn - and not yet consoled and fascinated by the quiet majesty of deep winter. …Continue
The first question in any conversation these days is typically, "Are you going to breast feed?" A few thoughts usually run through my mind before answering, like... "triplets, does that mean anything to you?"... or... "yeah, I have 3 nipples"... or... "Why do you need to know?"
A couple ladies almost cornered me when inquiring how I was feeling. After they asked the infamous question, I responded with a "Well, we'll see what can be done" comment... they proceeded to tell me…Continue
My paternal grandmother, Lena, came to America from Italy when she was a teenager. She was a tough woman who married and then raised three sons by herself when her husband deserted the family.
For many Sundays throughout my childhood we would venture to Grandma Lena's house in San Francisco for a family dinner. I have some distinct memories from those visits. Her house at 424 Russia Avenue was a Victorian, built up…Continue