Wave the Stick

I am having that day; the day when I look around and feel like I'd be better off if I just burned it all down and started over. Picking ...

I went to Blissdom Canada , and it was seventeen kinds of awesome. I sat at a table of people who called themselves writers, and no one t...

On the plane. --------------- This morning I woke The Imp at an ungodly hour because last night he told me he wanted to come to the airp...

Four years ago, I was sitting, surrounded by family and friends, at a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner, and it was everything I could do just ...

This morning, once through with my appointment at the dentist, I bent over to pick up my bag and my bicycle helmet, and as I stood up I bang...

In case you were in any doubt that I have somehow spawned one of the cutest boys that ever did live, I submit here for your viewing pleasure...

While I have not been here, I have been doing other things: I wrote about why cycling rocks . I wrote about sandwiches to salivate over ...

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...