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.
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”
Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Four
1) My favorite Christmas ornament — the cookie mouse — which had been lost for years showed up in the back of a drawer last night.
2) I’m now more than halfway done watching Enterprise. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Four”
Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Three
1) There are some excellent stories in Lightspeed’s “Women Destroy Science Fiction” issue. They explore some of the very ideas that I’ve wanted to write about but couldn’t figure out how. Maybe reading them will help me figure it out.
2) Both of my children are healthy. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Three”
Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Two
1) I’ve found homes for fifty of my short stories and two of my novels.
2) Lightweight sitcoms, such as Parks & Recreation and Modern Family. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Two”
Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day One
One of my cousins is posting five things she’s grateful for, for five days. I’ve decided to do that too.
1) Great new songs on Sesame Street all the time, like this one (“A Lovely Sunny Day” featuring Zachary Levi): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtvPlFty1rE Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day One”
The Challenge of Surviving
When your hit points are low enough, any blow can one-shot you.
Cloud of Birds
We watched the Vaux’s swifts roost at 17th and Agate tonight — a swirling tornado of specks of ash, so quiet you could hear their wings flutter.
Not Fade Away
Instead of fading away as I’ve grown up, my imaginary friend from childhood has taken on new life, first as a side character in my novels and now moonlighting as a baby-sitter for my daughter’s imaginary friends while she’s in school.