Narragansett No. 7

This is one of those moments when I wish I was still blogging every day. That I was still actively involving myself in link-ups and writing prompts and commenting like crazy. It's not that I don't want to, I'm just concentrating on writing. I chose to turn around, retrace my steps and find the path I couldn't follow all those years ago. But I wish I was still out there speaking to all of you every day because I need your help. I'm hoping that those of you who visit No. 7 will take a moment to … [Read more...]

Yesterday morning I sat on the couch perusing Etsy and watching Rachael Ray. I haven’t watched daytime television in months. Hell, I haven’t watched any television in months. Except for every single episode of the Vampire Diaries after discovering free episodes on Netflix two weeks ago. If you were wondering where I’ve been (humor me), my face was plastered to my iPad while I drooled over a hunky blood sucking monster named Damon. But I was talking about how I was loafing around … [Read more...]

I absolutely abhor having my picture taken. Mostly because I'm the most non-photogenic person in the world. It's been that way for most of my life, but now that I have a few more years under my belt, it's just ghastly. GHASTLY I tell you! So this morning my friend sent me an e-mail saying, "Send me a headshot and a bio asap and we'll run your column." Did I forget to tell you that my friend Natalie Ladd asked me to appear as this month's guest columnist at the Portland Daily Sun? Well, … [Read more...]

Preschool Parent Helper. The very words fill me with a debilitating mixture of paralyzing dread and delight. I know, that’s confusing and slightly crazy sounding, but it’s true. Ten years ago I would have been all sorts of excited to be the parent helper. I’d have bought in some kind of super-duper Martha Stewartish cupcakes or cookies with sprinklers and confetti bombs attached. These days, we aren’t allowed to bring those kinds of snacks to school. We’re reduced to … [Read more...]

Last weekend we spent approximately 10 minutes fervently interrogating our children. If I had my druthers, I would have tied each of them to a chair and perhaps threatened the use of dental tools while a naked light bulb swung over their little heads. In my fantasy, David and I sound like Dr. Szell, our thick German accents threatening dental torture sans anesthesia unless… You must tell us…who cut zee catz viskers? Besides a vague reference to a movie filmed before my tens of … [Read more...]