Wave the Stick

Me, at an unapologetic 41 years of age. On the occasion of my 41st birthday, I thought I'd sit down, take stock, and write a lis...

It's good to be home.

In Portland. Karen is tidying up after our last in-room hotel picnic meal. Tomorrow we'll be home. I did all the driving today: nine h...

Interesting what three days of driving plus three days of BlogHer plus one day of driving can do to a person. I just checked into a perfectl...

Eighteen years, friends. My sobriety is, as of today, old enough to vote. It's old enough to send to college, old enough to be legally...

It feels good to be not driving. Not watching for road signs, not finding rest stops, not filling the gas tank. Except I'm doing al...

Today there was shopping. Oh yes, my friends, there was shopping. And I made the mistake of trying on a pair of boots before I actually lo...

I have a confession, friends. As Curator of Musical Experience , I have totally skipped out on the job. See, the Traverse that GM Canada...

Five o'clock came way too early this morning. Four women have rather a lot of luggage, especially when you add in four laptops, four s...

I'm packed. Karen is sleeping in the living room as I finish up last minute things before we leave for eight days on our big! adventure...

Last January, in an impulsive fit of whimsy, I bought myself a ticket to BlogHer '11 . I didn't actually think I'd be able to go...

The Imp: How do I get into that space ship, Mommy? (Print on canvas from Cici Art Factory , who I adore. Full disclosure: paid for the p...

I outed myself on twitter yesterday in front of the whole internet. I saw a conversation about haircare go by in my twitter stream, so I jum...

skinned knees , a photo by alexishinde on Flickr. Looks like we've officially entered the "bruises, abrasions, and skinned knees...

When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and d...

I live in downtown Vancouver. Every day, I cycle the bike paths, walk the streets, and shop in the stores that made headlines and breaking n...

I spend a lot of time avoiding doing the very thing that I love most. I know. It makes no sense. But it's true. I alphabetize things...

Standing by to receive.

Yesterday HWSNBN and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary. (A year ago, I wrote this , and it's all still true. Just sub in eight...

We have a very happy little Canucks fan, here wearing HWSNBN's retro hockey sweater. The only time I ever think twice about living d...