The two-year-old has been walking around with a backpack all day. I asked him what was in it, so he proudly unpacked: plastic food, the book eight-year-old’s been reading, a plate, and the TV/DVD remotes.
Author: marylowd
Knowing
by Mary E. Lowd
Fall, 2015

I used to think that if you knew something was true
about yourself, you could change it.
Know that you’re boring? Be interesting.
Know that you’re shy? Be bold. Continue reading “Knowing”
Pins and Strings
by Mary E. Lowd
Fall, 2015

I glimpsed glittering worlds through a veil,
I pushed back the veil, explored, and wrote down
what I saw. Continue reading “Pins and Strings”
Crossing Metaphors
“Basically, writing speculative fiction is all about hanging lampshades on porcupines.” — Daniel Lowd
Bees in Our Ears
Wesley has been inspecting all of our ears to see if bees live in them.
Of Ducks and Pillows
Elaine is doing the tango with a pillow. Now she claims she’s going to turn the pillow into a duck — by throwing it and shouting, “quack, quack, quack!”
If Wishes Were Horses
I wish I could train the dogs to clean the house and the cats to cook.
Trees and Cameras
The advantage of a semi-broken camera: I get a shiny new camera, but the old one still works well enough to hand it to Elaine and say, “Go, have fun!”
Right now, she’s filming herself chanting about how much she loves pizza.
“The most important rule of tree climbing is “have fun.” If you’re not having fun, get out of that tree! Unless there’s a unicorn stuck at the top. Then you have to help that unicorn, even if it isn’t fun.” — Elaine
Brown Sugar and Treasure Hunt
No school day = I come downstairs to find paper taped everywhere with instructions for a treasure hunt and brown sugar all over the kitchen.
Interestingly, the brown sugar is not directly related to the treasure! The brown sugar was for the kid’s oatmeal. The treasure hunt is an early birthday present for Daniel. So, unless the early birthday present is also a bowl of oatmeal, I don’t think they’re connected at all.
E-Reader and Baby
With an e-reader, the baby can’t pull my bookmark out. But he can flip to a random page and change the text to a really tiny, weird font.