An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
The husband, describing his own failures at parenting & why I should hold out hope for him improving:
“It’s like you were expecting me to be a really nice chicken salad sandwich, and I’m more of a PB&J sandwich without the bread. Like there’s some potential there…” Continue reading “Children, Warcraft, Bed Times, Pandemic Times”
I don’t play piano much, but I took lessons as a kid and have poked around some as an adult. And there’s a way your fingers feel when they’re hitting the right keys — an inevitability, like the steps of a dance. Continue reading “When Fingers Dance”
Parenting is HARD.
And know what makes it harder? Every time a parent complains, they’re met w/ judgy responses about how it was a choice they made or how teachers are underpreciated. Continue reading “Callousness”
I miss having teachers assisting me in civilizing the seven-year-old.
And don’t ducking dare suggest I didn’t appreciate them when I had them. I did. And more than that, I argued that taxes should be higher so that they’d be paid more. Continue reading “Pandemic Parenting”
As part of Cat Weekend, we watched A Whisker Away, and while it got off to a slow start, the magical cat city was totally worth the slow build.
Cat Weekend continues with The Cat Returns, and it’s every bit as delightful as I remembered.
I’ve now watched Rick & Morty twice through, and I find Beth’s arc deeply healing. I’ve been craving stories where women kill their terrible fathers, instead of forgiving and connecting with them…
And it didn’t do that, but it gave me something… better. Continue reading “Beth’s Arc”
Doot doot doot do do, I have a book coming out today!
Duh duh duh dun dun, it hasn’t come out yet but soooooon!
My novella, When a Cat Loves a Dog, is now available as an e-book from Goal Publications! Continue reading “Book Releases and Unicorn Weekend”
Me: “Well, what did the instructions say?”
Kid, reading aloud instructions for something they’d done wrong earlier due to not reading the instructions: “Read the instructions carefully.”
Heard from the stairwell that leads up to the rooms where the kids are SUPPOSEDLY sleeping: “Augh! Don’t throw penguins at me!”
One of the 12-year-old’s friends is having a birthday party in a park. We did not let them go; they understood but have been understandably gloomy.
But now, they’re ecstatic because the friend is letting them FaceTime into the party and they’re not the only one attending that way.
For years, I’ve blamed myself for being too shy or cowardly, and not trying hard enough to network back when I went to sf/f cons… but DAMN, watching all the threads in sf/f twitter today, that was not my fault. It wasn’t that I was too shy…
I just had an obvious husband with me (who was supportive but not really into sf/f); so as a young woman I was basically invisible to a significant fraction of the men who were setting the tone at social events. Continue reading “Being Invisible”