Monthly Archives: March 2012

a ~ Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

  It’s that “Oh” I can relate to. Exasperation. Wornoutness. That sense of falling into a vat of sticky cotton. That feeling I get from many of the conversations between me and my youngest dear one. “Mommy, what happens when we

a ~ Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

  It’s that “Oh” I can relate to. Exasperation. Wornoutness. That sense of falling into a vat of sticky cotton. That feeling I get from many of the conversations between me and my youngest dear one. “Mommy, what happens when we

b ~ Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Every month the kids come for LEGO club. All is quiet while the snacks are consumed, then they let loose. I present them with a building challenge, and immediately they are off. There is so much energy and enthusiasm zinging

b ~ Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Every month the kids come for LEGO club. All is quiet while the snacks are consumed, then they let loose. I present them with a building challenge, and immediately they are off. There is so much energy and enthusiasm zinging

b ~ Which leads you to an overwhelming question

The kids come running down the stairs, breathless with anticipation. Before they even reach my desk I hear them ask, “Miss Beth can you recommend something I would really, really love?” At other times the little kids who are too

b ~ Which leads you to an overwhelming question

The kids come running down the stairs, breathless with anticipation. Before they even reach my desk I hear them ask, “Miss Beth can you recommend something I would really, really love?” At other times the little kids who are too

a ~ Which leads you to an overwhelming question

Last week I buried my novel. Not really buried. I am all for making grand symbolic gestures but I have three children. And a husband, 20 chickens, two dogs, five rodents (on purpose) and a job. And another job. I’m

a ~ Which leads you to an overwhelming question

Last week I buried my novel. Not really buried. I am all for making grand symbolic gestures but I have three children. And a husband, 20 chickens, two dogs, five rodents (on purpose) and a job. And another job. I’m

b ~ Insidious intent

Dear Internet, We have this love hate relationship. You bring me what I want but there is always more, more, more. You proclaim on every page that my options are unlimited. How does one even begin to make sense of

b ~ Insidious intent

Dear Internet, We have this love hate relationship. You bring me what I want but there is always more, more, more. You proclaim on every page that my options are unlimited. How does one even begin to make sense of

a ~ Insidious intent

When I was in grad school, Abby Frucht laughed at me for saying I didn’t want to write anything but fiction. I’m paraphrasing: “Don’t be an idiot.” I hear her echo almost every time I sign up for another freelance

a ~ Insidious intent

When I was in grad school, Abby Frucht laughed at me for saying I didn’t want to write anything but fiction. I’m paraphrasing: “Don’t be an idiot.” I hear her echo almost every time I sign up for another freelance

b ~ Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Years ago when M and I first started dating there was a guy where we worked who seemed to be interested in me; often doing nice things, or so they seemed. He once made me a mixtape of Dave Matthews,

b ~ Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Years ago when M and I first started dating there was a guy where we worked who seemed to be interested in me; often doing nice things, or so they seemed. He once made me a mixtape of Dave Matthews,