Would That I Could

Oh, Fortune Cookie Fortune-Writer person . . .

. . . you got me there!

Someday.

Other Such Paradery (I’m Expected To Write at a Time Like This? And Risk Missing the Best Hotel Deal?!? Pshaw!)

On Wednesday, The Husband told me that my dreams of getting away this weekend for an early (it’s not actually until August, but this is the one free weekend we’ll have before then) anniversary celebration were coming true . . . whereupon I began playing: At Which Website Will I Find The Best . . . → Read More: Other Such Paradery (I’m Expected To Write at a Time Like This? And Risk Missing the Best Hotel Deal?!? Pshaw!)

Oh, By The Way

Remember that thing a couple weeks ago? Where I posted that open letter applying to be on the panel of community columnists for the local Shelbyville newspaper?

Got it.

(Thank you, support shouters. The Sisterhood is a force!)

In fact, that was probably the fastest “you’re in” . . . → Read More: Oh, By The Way

In Case You Thought I Wasn’t Listening

AHEM. In response to those encouraging and supportive texts and e-mails and wall posts and comments, a slightly (barely) redacted/modified version of the real thing submitted today . . . .

August 5, 2010 Managing Editress Shelbyville Newspaper

Dear Managing Editress:

Please accept this letter as my . . . → Read More: In Case You Thought I Wasn’t Listening

Chin Up, Down Town

I’ve lived in a city that took itself rather seriously (Plano, Texas), a city that did not, like not-at-all (Austin, Texas), and another that fell in between (Temecula, California).

The one I’m (back) in now is having trouble deciding, an identity crisis of sorts.  Is she quiet?  Sleepy?  Demure?  All rosy-cheeked and untouched? Is . . . → Read More: Chin Up, Down Town