An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Special challenge of reading furry slush: if the characters’ species aren’t identified right away, is that an oversight or because they’re human?
Just taking a moment here to acknowledge: I would be totally lost without everything I learned from Star Trek. Continue reading “Bits and Tidbits”
Overheard while trying to sleep…
3-yr-old: “Don’t talk to me or else I’ll eat this!”
9-yr-old: says something
3-yr-old: “Augh! Now I have to eat this!”
People keep posting stuff about how they’ll stay friends with others, regardless of political differences. Here’s what I think about that:
When the political difference of opinion has to do with whether other people should be free to exist, then it certainly is worth ending friendships over. Protecting the basic rights of all people — including LGBTQ folk, Muslims, black people, Hispanic people, women, and people with disabilities — is more important than civility. It’s even more important than friendship.
The nine-year-old, looking confused and troubled, “But I thought Nazis were, like, hundreds of years ago.”
Three-year-old: “The big bad duck lives in the woods!”
Me: ?
Three-year-old: brings me a stack of books, flips through the pages, and says on each page, “This is not the big bad duck!” Continue reading “Ducks and Planets”
These are Mary E. Lowd’s furry stories that were published in 2016 — you can read all of them for free online:
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The nine-year-old is learning how to make cupcakes. This could work out well for me.
Ah, what a lovely day for a walk through the freezing rain.
The ice on the snow cracks like the sugar crust on a creme brûlée.
The nine-year-old is saving a snowball in the freezer. She named it Samantha.
That moment when you — a novelist and short story writer — wish that your writing was as good as a joke Twitter account.
Upset that we’re making her get ready for bed, the nine-year-old asks in a huff: “But what if I end up in bed TOO EARLY.” As if that would bother us…
Sometimes instead of writing new words, you pepper previous passages with useful references to the relatives sizes of moles and squirrels.