An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’m watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) for the first time, and I can’t help but feel it would be a better movie if Jim Carrey and Christine Baranski had swapped roles.
Proposal: The Monkees Present How The Grinch Stole Christmas Continue reading “Grinch Casting”
Spouse, being hounded by several of our most needy pets: “It’s like I’m haunted. Like Robert Downey Jr.”
Me: “Then… why are you not singing “Walk Like a Man”?”
This is an obscure reference. But to a good movie. And I am now listening to Daniel singing “Walk Like a Man.”
And another day spent debating, researching, analyzing, and arguing about what choices we should make, given the systems we live in and the raging pandemic around us.
I am so tired of this. Continue reading “Pandemic Phase Omicron”
Me, talking about Stardew Valley: “I should leave first thing in the morning and bring my 100 stairs.”
Kid, startled: “I forgot for a moment you were talking about a video game.” Continue reading “Carrying Around Stairs”
I just learned why I never seem to have as many different types of tea as I’d like.
I buy tea, and when it gets home, Daniel looks at the tea drawer, thinks it’s full, & stashes the new boxes in a cupboard in the garage. Continue reading “Magically Disappearing Tea”
Avery doesn’t know what this cold white stuff is… but she certainly didn’t approve it.
Piper has never seen snow before. She doesn’t know what to make of it. Continue reading “Animals on a Snow Day”
We had a white Christmas when I was a baby. And when Elder Child was two, it snowed but didn’t stick on Christmas Eve.
Just now, I looked outside at two minutes ‘til midnight after a whole day of the forecast calling for snow & finally saw three flakes in the air. Continue reading “Technical White Christmas”
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original, December 2021
Warm buttery crumbs flaked off the toasting bread and sprinkled down to the diminutive city built on the metal tray below. Gooey cheese dripped off the sides of the horizontal toast. Metallic creatures — ant-like with their half-dozen legs and expressive antennae, but tiny, so tiny, ant-sized to an ant — scurried back to their minuscule buildings, seeking refuge from the reeking rain. Later when the fallen scraps had cooled, foragers would gather them up and the city would feast on bread and cheese. Continue reading “The City In Your Toaster Oven”
I think I’m going to release one of my unpublished flash fictions later tonight… partly as a gift to anyone out there who’s in need of a gift (and who happens to follow me and notice my newly released story), but realistically, mostly as a gift to myself.
Continue reading “Releasing a Story for Christmas…”
If your cat messes with your computer, try covering it with plastic sheeting…
Then your cat will be too busy enjoying hiding under the plastic to mess with your computer.