An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
All the political parties should agree to only run women candidates for president next time around.
I feel like I’m trapped in the climactic scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark but also surrounded by Weeping Angels. Close your eyes. Don’t blink. Continue reading “Tidbits from a Time of Survival”
My betta fish is happy. It’s a warm day, so he’s jumping and darting about his tank. Full of energy; full of joy; swimming and being a fish.
This is what pets are for — to be small and cared for, concerned with controllable, fixable things — like whether the house is warm today.
It gives me someone in my life whose world I can make perfect and joyous, just by doing something simple like turning up the heat.
I feel like I’ve been told that no matter what I do, no matter how much I succeed, if some man wants to take it away from me, he can.
Took the three-year-old to the doctor for a spider bite. He got a Spider-Man sticker and has proudly placed it over his spider bite.
Ghost-busted my way through a corn maze this morning and eviscerated pumpkins to the chilling strains of Phantom of the Opera this evening.
I dreamed that my mother and my publisher were arguing about the exact extent to which my college degree was useless.
I’ve finally settled on a main character for my NaNoWriMo novel — Witch-Hazel the Squirrel — with two days to spare!
Spent the evening at a long table of writers, sharing treats, listening to stories, & reading a story of my own, all while dressed as a Ghostbuster.
The three-year-old, on a walk, beating ivy with a stick: “The leaves are laughing at me!”
People joke about how political posts never change people’s minds, but it was several articles that I read — linked to from Facebook — that persuaded me to support Clinton over Sanders.