Author Archives: sepohlig

Activities: Heart palpitations, painting my nails, reading short stories in the New Yorker, baking pies, cookies, decadent cakes, quiches, forcing people to eat what I make, writing everything down, get rich quick schemes, figuring out how to be famous, shaping Annie’s brand-new mind, reading Go Dog, Go, feeding her free orange slices from the supermarket, cutting my hair when I’m sad, trying not to cut my hair.

Interests: What’s for dinner, Iris, electric blankets, lip gloss like flypaper, those little cocktail umbrellas that go in your margarita or hair, succulents in my garden, shades of nail polish like birds of paradise, Doctor Dictionary, people who make me laugh, reading belles lettres.

Uriah Heep, the Not so umble yogi

Kate’s into this kind of yoga called Bikram Yoga, or hot yoga, where you stretch in a room that’s about a hundred degrees. It’s supposed to feel very cleansing. She bought Rebecca a guest pass for her birthday while I was in Pittsburgh and volunteered to watch the babies while we went to the evening […]

Batting zero

Allspice is nice in a slice Of pumpkin pie. Licorice is not delish and fennel belongs in a kennel with DOGS. Amaranth is not what the fourth magi brought, or the djinn shook from the tree where slept the rosy-lidded virgin, or what good old Cerberus guards, vigilante Dante. Sing. Musey muisy, I miss John […]

John Howie’s rich timbre.

Some of you probably read this on facebook when I wrote it several months ago. I’m reposting it for Mandey, whose blog you should not read because you’ll realize how mediocre my writing is. Mandey! Tag! May 26, 2010 So I go to Henry Anderson park today with  my little babysitting charge Audrey and of […]

waking life

Here are my latest ideas for making it big. 1. Write in to Reader’s Digest from many different locations with made-up “true life jokes.” I make up pretty funny jokes, and what I can’t make up I’ll steal from funny stories people tell me. It’s like 200 dollars per joke that they print. 2. Stay […]

J.Crew warehouse and closed vs. open potatoes.

Annie and I went on a walk down to the creek. The clouds are gone and the sun is reflecting off the snow and our house, normally quite dim, has a peculiar glow. It makes my Colgate Kitchen quite gorgeous. Annie doesn’t care for the snow as much as I do, but she’s just a […]

Puzzling parables

You guys ever get tales, or parables, stuck in your head? I’ve got a few that recur. The one about a frog in boiling water, that one stuck with me, especially when I was pregnant. There is no “one day” where you have to stop wearing your regular jeans. But there absolutely comes a time […]

Commence the incoherent posts.

Maybe a short story doesn’t have to blow your mind. Maybe there’s a short story in my head (which is filled with plenty of interesting facts, things, ideas) which would only use like, one, or two things. Jack was a cartographer. He loved a woman named Erne, who was married. The love of a courtesan. […]