Real Life

Things related to that reality thing people are always going on about.

All or Nothing is Usually Nothing

When I was in elementary school, we didn’t have school counselors. But someone must have got a grant or something, because there was a lady who came and I made the trek from my classroom–possibly fifth grade? I don’t recall–to the other end of the school to the library to talk to a stranger. I […]

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Where I Should Be

I’m right about where I should be on EdMo hours (thirty-two, IIRC), way behind where I wanted to be on manuscipt, and working feverishly to remedy that. The fact that I now have three parts in a play that opens next week is hindering that. ๐Ÿ˜ฏ Guess why blogging isn’t a priority? But I’m having

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Danger, Will Robinson

Today I bought an extension cord to make my standing-on-ladders-with-power-tools a little easier. The child tried to grab the 50-foot one, but I pointed out that could probably go all the way around our house, and bought the 10-foot one. I also bought a hook for my bike. And a plant hanger. And a few

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Am I Blue?

I dunno. Conflicted? Hell yeah. Dunno what to do. Recently I gave up on a very old friendship because over the years it had grown toxic. My friend criticized everything I did, mocked my efforts to get our friendship on stable ground, and blamed it all on me whenever I tried to talk to him

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For Which I Am Grateful

My little girl is taller than I am. She’s strong and healthy and bright and compassionate and kind, even if she is often hard of hearing. I have a good, stable job with benefits that is fulfilling in many ways, and gives me lots of time to pursue my writing career. Within me there is

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Time to Write?

The kids are watching a movie and hopefully going to sleep, the marvelous sis-in-law will probably drop off before they do. Brother is cleaning the kitchen and headed that way himself. Time for me to write? I don’t usually go to bed for over two hours, after all. Except suddenly, somehow, I’m soooooooo sleepy… Must.

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