An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Brain: you know how someone can just start going AAAAAAAAA like a dinosaur, for no reason, and just keep doing it until people crack up? Let’s do that
Me: no
Brain: fine, I don’t need you. I’ll do it myself Continue reading “The Challenges of Brain Stewardship”
—one billion tiny toys
—chai from favorite coffee shop
—cat sleeping on computer
—dog under desk
—specialized playlist
—World of Warcraft aesthetically arranged behind Word doc
I wanted to rewatch My Best Friend’s Wedding, and we’ve been surviving the pandemic by inventing holidays…
Thus, the kids declared Wedding Weekend.
The 13-year-old spent all day making a cake, and the 7-year-old planned a renewal of vows ceremony for Woody and Buzz Lightyear.
My house smells like freshly baked croissants.
Because there are croissants baking. Continue reading “The Magic of Freshly Baked Croissants”
One of the best things about writing a book called “The Otter’s Wings” is knowing that I’m really doing the title justice.
As a kid I was constantly disappointed by titles like “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” NO CATS. NOT ONE. Continue reading “Earning a Title”
I’m writing a fantasy novel, called “The Otter’s Wings,” about an otter who has wings.
And if that’s not living my best life, I don’t know what is.
As a writer, it’s easy to get lost in the wash of goals and aspirations that always seem just out of reach… Continue reading “The Importance of Otters Having Wings and Writing About It”
As a writer, it’s easy to get lost in the wash of goals and aspirations that always seem just out of reach…
What I find that helps is to think of one of the novels I’ve finished, and remember back to what my very first inspiration for writing it was — a character? an idea? Continue reading “Seeds That Have Already Grown into Novels”
The show named after Buffy cares so much more about Xander’s feelings about her not wanting to date him than about her own feelings at having one of her best friends mess with her head and guilt her and show he thinks of her differently than she’d like.
It makes it hard to identify your own emotions — to even understand your own feelings & self — when so often looking in the mirror of pop culture shows the feelings of everyone around you… and leaves you invisible, a metaphorical vampire who doesn’t cast emotional reflections. Continue reading “The Cipher in the Middle”
The 13-year-old is cramming a whole term of online classes into the last four days, mostly by playing Sonic 3 boss battle music to motivate themselves & staying up until all hours.
I want to object to this strategy… but they just did half a term of science in two hours. Continue reading “Boss Battle Homework”
The seven-year-old composed a poem about our cat:
There once was a cat named Piper
Her life was a bit of cipher
Mom’s otters she took
She was quite the crook
And that’s all I have to say about Piper