Writing the good read
Today is Haiku Tuesday for the 2011 WordCount Blogathon. Below are some musings on “fair” in 17 syllables. Who says life is fair? Fair is a place with fried food Not something you’re owed If you want balance Find a supermarket scale Load it with apples Justice may be served But maybe you…
A short post today because it has been one of those busy days where my list of things to do has gotten longer, not shorter. On days when I seem to go backwards and feel unproductive, I remember that I have a standard definition of success I fall back on: as long as I floss,…
I’ve been accused many times of being a Mama Bear when it comes to my son. When it’s said, it is tossed at me as an insult. But I don’t take it that way. I stand a little taller. My son was diagnosed as mildly autistic right around the time he was three. At the…
Last night I listened to Paul Simon’s new album, So Beautiful or So What. Earlier, I had heard an NPR story about five composers taking on a project to write music based on Mozart’s Brandenberg Concertos. It got me thinking about who will be around, considered classical — or at least classic — in another…
Like my father before me, I am a fan of the game, the game being baseball (much to the dog’s chagrin; she has a very different understanding of the game, as I explained yesterday). Unfortunately, my team of choice is the mostly hapless Seattle Mariners. They started the season with two wins and then lost…
When our late lamented dog Katie died a year ago, we had known her for 14 of her 17 years. We missed the unruly puppy time, the my-feet-don’t-fit-my-body months, and the angst of a dog’s teen years. I hadn’t had a puppy since I was four years old. That has made adjusting to Ruby, the…
Today is a theme day for the blogathon. We’re supposed to write about our five favorite books on writing. I can think of a few I like and one I’m unsure of, but most of what I’ve learned from writing I’ve learned from reading great writers. Sometimes I underline passages, corner pages, or otherwise deface…
As many of you know, this is my second year participating in the annual WordCount Blogathon, wherein I will blog every day for the month of may, in the hopes that it will become an ingrained habit and not just something I think about doing in the wee hours of the night (when I am…
Almost exactly six years ago, I stood on the bima at our synagogue and at the age of 40, was called to the Torah as a Bat Mitzvah. A little late, but I got there. My Torah portion was the Song of the Sea of Reeds when Miriam and the women sing with joy as…
I have this weird ability to choose books that when read sequentially, relate to each other. I don’t do this consciously. It just seems that, more often than not, my choices of books (usually from a large stack next to the bed), are linked in some meaningful but not obvious way. Since the year began,…