I butcher song lyrics. It started back in 1977 when my mother thought Under Cover Angel was "Chocolate Covered Engine." I'm still dumbfounded why Manfred Mann sang about a douche. In the wee hours when I can't sleep I sing lyrics in my head. Sometime at about 3:00 AM today I was … [Read more...] about Deck the Halls with….
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Sleepless Questions
I often have trouble sleeping. I could just get up and do something productive but instead I lie awake and fret, write blog posts and book chapters in my head (that I've forgotten by the time I wake), or ponder. Since I realize I'm not exactly lucid, I don't use the time during … [Read more...] about Sleepless Questions
Peek Into My Purse
While most people swap out flips flops for boots or linen for flannel when the first signs of autumn blow in, I reach for my purse. The first thing I do is trade in my summer bag for chocolatey fall arm candy. This year I'm trading in a navy and white hobo with gold accents … [Read more...] about Peek Into My Purse
My Glass is Half Full. Of Ice.
I haven't seen the teens in about 10 years. I was finishing graduate school in Chicago then. That was my teensy skooch back to the East after eight year stints in Minneapolis and Madison. By teens I mean temps, natch. My own teen years were over two decades ago, and that's the … [Read more...] about My Glass is Half Full. Of Ice.
I Just Don’t Get It
Based on some recent and some not-so-recent observations, I've been chronicling things that I just don't get. Some of this stuff simply makes my scratch my head (but not in that "That little itch could be telling you something." kind of way). Some of it simply irks me. All of it … [Read more...] about I Just Don’t Get It
The Problem with Reading a la Bret & Jermain
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-EN8dpAvBw]The problem with Bird learning to read is that I ca no longer wear my favorite T-shirt that my friend Will brought me from a Flight of the Conchords concert (never mind that he bought the shirt in a youth size for his son and in … [Read more...] about The Problem with Reading a la Bret & Jermain
Journal Therapy
When I was a junior in high school, Mr. Harrison made us keep a journal. I found writing cathartic, as I do now. I never looked at that black and white composition book as homework. I regarded it as an extension of my brain, my heart. I could be creative or sassy or impudent. I … [Read more...] about Journal Therapy