I had to look it up in my WordPress archives, but last time The Mister and I went out on a date was day #158. So… a while ago. My mother’s visit was meant to herald a wild three weeks of social activity where we would go out to eat a couple of times, go…
Monthly Archives: Nov 2017
Day #329 The Christmas Monthish
I don’t know if I’ve mellowed out a bit this year, or if I’ve just stopped paying attention, but I haven’t really been bothered much by the early appearance of Christmas decorations. There are always a few places that just can’t wait a decent amount of time, but lately I seem to have become more…
Day #327 Sheltered [Dinosaur Error]
I had a nice post all written up about this photo. It was about underestimating our kids’ capacity to understand the brutal law of the jungle. I even had an intelligent-sounding reference to Lord of the Flies and an explanation involving five little monkeys and a crocodile and why taunting is dangerous to your health (hint:…
Day #326 “Innocence tube”
The Mister doesn’t take anywhere near as many photos as I do, but when he does they’re usually excellent. He has a knack for capturing the truly funny side of parenting. This was a photograph he took while I was out of the house yesterday. I thought it was an excellent composition. Our friends, however,…
Day #325 Giving thanks, the Irish way
Years and years ago I was studying abroad in London. I went to visit a college friend who was studying abroad in Dublin and she introduced me to the Mister. Fast forward and we both ended up in Ireland and she imported to our circle of Irish friends the American pot luck Thanksgiving Dinner tradition.…
Day #324 Black Friday
I’m having my own version of Black Friday where nothing is on offer on my blog. Brain has checked out for the weekend.
Day #323 Bereft**
I seem to be cursed with having extremely literary friends. I know several who have written books at this stage. Some are self-published, some are gaining steam in the traditional publishing world. Some are in the process of writing or shopping agents. I don’t mean this in a dismissive way of “oh everyone is writing…
Day #322 Visual interlude
I’m finding myself fatigued from trying to be profound nearly every evening in my writing and I still have some 40+ days left of this self-imposed task. This evening, however, I did begin writing something that was flowing well until I realised the topic I chose needs more time than I can devote to it…
Day #321 Convalescing
It’s a strange sort of purgatory-like existence being home sick when you’re still not quite well enough to return to work, but no longer sick enough to spend days in bed, slipping in and out of naps, marking the passage of time by medication schedules. I was meant to be back in work today, now…
Day #320 The literal strawman: sexual harassment in children’s literature
Anyone who hasn’t been living under a rock these days has noticed that there’s a new laser-focus in the mainstream media and on social media on the topic of sexual harassment. It’s been slowly building up steam for a while, leading up to the most recent #MeToo campaign to highlight how wide spread the issue…
The Feathered Rose 