Darmok and Jalad… up way past their bedtimes.
Shaka… when they finally fell asleep.
Remember WENN and Grief
A couple weeks ago, I heard the memory of a line echo in my head, but I couldn’t place it. I thought maybe it was from Grey’s Anatomy… or a Jane Austen movie…
Now I think it’s from Remember WENN. But I can’t check. I can’t share it with my kids. I can’t relive it. Continue reading “Remember WENN and Grief”
Zoey’s Causing Extraordinary Happiness
Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist is an exceptional work of art. It would be a crime against everything that is beautiful and meaningful if it doesn’t get renewed, and Jane Levy deserves awards.
[insert an acquaintance suggesting they don’t want it renewed, because it’s perfect as-is] Continue reading “Zoey’s Causing Extraordinary Happiness”
Ecco the Dolphin
I BEAT ECCO THE DOLPHIN!!!!!!!!!!
I spent soooooooo many hours playing that game as a kid, and I have never seen the end before!!!!!!!!!!!
I SAVED ECCO’S POD!!!!!!!!!!!! Continue reading “Ecco the Dolphin”
Christianity
Story time.
When I met my husband, he was a Christian. He believed Christians shouldn’t date non-Christians, meaning me. That was a rude and surprising slap in my face, after I had got up my eighteen-year-old courage to tell him I liked him. Continue reading “Christianity”
Trudy’s Favorite Game
Before bed, we throw goldfish crackers at the dogs.
Two of the dogs are confused and a little miffed we throw treats, instead of handing them over in a civilized manner.
But Trudy — who is too old to successfully catch them in her mouth anymore — thinks it’s the best game ever.
Wooden Spoons, Lost Musicians, and Clean Clothes
I dreamed that dogs and wooden spoons are two sides of the same thing, and since my dog kept running away, I would have to keep her in spoon-form until she started behaving better.
Then I spent the rest of my dream carrying around a spoon and talking to her like she was a dog. Continue reading “Wooden Spoons, Lost Musicians, and Clean Clothes”
Sub-conscious Catching Up
The new first thought upon waking every morning: oh thank goodness, it was just a dream, I wasn’t really in that place breathing contaminated air and don’t have to go furiously wash my hands right now.
So, I guess my sub-conscious has caught up with what’s going on. Continue reading “Sub-conscious Catching Up”
Loss
Adam Schlesinger’s music made me feel like someone else was singing my song.
I’ve been numbly playing Diablo 3, and it keeps giving me secret cow levels, Whimsyshire, and clusters of treasure goblins as if the game itself is trying to cheer me up.
One Alien’s Wings
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Empyreome, September 2017
Lee-a-lei’s wide wings fluttered, casting pools of colored light that chased each other across the walls of the robotics laboratory. The harsh fluorescents from the ceiling softened to warm reds, golds, and chips of blue or green as they passed through her translucent wings. Continue reading “One Alien’s Wings”