Maybe a bird flew into it.

Words you never want to hear a contractor who is working on your home say: "Oh, that was dumb." At long last, our flooring guys arrived this morning to tear out the carpeting in the living room and hallway and install the vinyl planking. I naïvely thought it wouldn't be too disruptive to work from … Continue reading Maybe a bird flew into it.

Seasons Change in the Blink of an Eye

Last week was a mentally challenging one at work. This is our busiest time of year, with multiple titles coming out. In addition to our regular publications, we've got our biannual Visitor's Guide, plus the annual bridal magazine and Southern Hills Vacation Guide. Factor in a brand new magazine, an overhaul of a client's website, … Continue reading Seasons Change in the Blink of an Eye

Passion and Poetry: Turning 500

WordPress has notified me that this is my 500th blog post. The fun and frivolity all began on December 16, 2009 with the following declaration: I have one goal in life: to publish a book before I die. Thankfully, I accomplished that goal within two years of penning ("typing"? "keyboarding"?) those words. Please don't think I'm … Continue reading Passion and Poetry: Turning 500

Ativan in Tijuana, and Other Enticements

I was going through my blog's spam folder a few days ago, after being notified that comments from one of my readers weren't showing up. Sure enough, they had somehow incorrectly been flagged as spam. (I should note that I am referring to junk email and not processed lunch meat. And dammit, now I'm hungry). This has happened … Continue reading Ativan in Tijuana, and Other Enticements

Tempting Fate With a Fork

On Monday, Tara came down with a cold. In retrospect, that's not too surprising. Saturday, we spent several hours in a house chock full of little kids. I don't even know how many there were. Eight? Ten? 100? It was a joint birthday party for Tara's nephew and another kid, and turned out to be … Continue reading Tempting Fate With a Fork

No Second Gunman on the Grassy Knoll

This morning, I read a post from a blogger who hadn’t updated in several months. She explained away her absence by admitting that she had fallen out of love with blogging because, in a nutshell, she found herself writing to please others instead of being true to herself. Once she amassed a following thanks to … Continue reading No Second Gunman on the Grassy Knoll