As I mentioned back in September (in this post) I’ve had my first short story published in an anthology! The wonder! The excitement! The buying opportunity!
Or rather, what I’m not writing. Careful, personal angst follows. (more…)
I’m here to admit it: I’m completely obsessed with my daughter’s hair. (more…)
Or how do I teach “Look at it, listen to it, smell it, touch it, and then, if nothing else goes wrong, lick it.”?
The question of my personal parenting purpose has been hanging around in the back of my head for some time. I mean, what is the essential skill or skills I want to make sure my daughter has? I don’t mean reading, or driving, or other crap like that. There are professionals out there to teach that stuff. I mean essential skills like self-reliance, self-evaluation, courage, kindness — the important things you can’t just leave to teachers and television. So when I received this comment from a friend (one of the most astute people I know and an avid girl gamer to boot, which becomes relevant later) it really hit home. This is what I’m supposed to teach her as a mother! “Look at it, listen to it, smell it, touch it, then lick it.” It strangely encapsulates the best skills of assessment, planning, deep thinking, empathy, problem-solving, courage, and wonder that I’d like my daughter to have by the time she’s 25 or so. (I can discuss why 25, but that’s a different post.) (more…)
Baby’s First Christmas has come and gone. I’m not sure what the big deal was supposed to be.
I don’t read parenting magazines. This is not from lack of trying. I love the magazine medium: shiny paper, pretty colors, a pithy 1,000 words on some topic that both informs and delights. But I discovered early on in my first pregnancy that parenting magazines are built on a simple premise –
Isn’t “social networking” a little redundant? I mean, isn’t all socialization a matter of building a network? Isn’t all networking social, as in it is between two different nodes along a wire? That being neither here nor there, I just wanted to take a moment to give put my Internet support where my pocketbook and my feet already are: behind a fine author, who also happens to be a client of mine and a damn fine friend. (more…)
Ah yes, writing. It continues to be sporadic, but it is improving. At one point, 2plus years ago, I was up to 1,000 words a day of written fiction. I could sit down at any time of the day or night and produce the introduction to a short story or the middle of some novel I desperately wanted to write all of. Never an ending. I’m not very good at endings. Now, well, now I’m less prolific… (more…)
You knew it was coming. Ok, maybe you didn’t. But I knew it was coming.