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. […]