I promised myself that I wouldn't start this week with another weak salute to my hatred of Mondays. I mean, what's more banal than hating on Mondays? Seriously. Welcome to my boring.But then I...
If you were ever to visit my neighborhood, I would love for you to drop by. I'd be thrilled to see you, and I would totally invite you onto my verandah, and I would...
I heard a song once - one of those songs that you hear on the radio in someone else's car, or over the soundsystem at the grocery store - that had a refrain about...
I've said my piece, and then some. Am talked out. Have been living too intensely in mah feelings for the last two days. (Oh, hey, guess what? I has feelings! Which, I know: shocking,...
This is what you're in for if you support our bid for a Room Of Our Own at BlogHer. I promise:You think I'm joking? I'm so not.(Go to this page - you need to...
My daughter is a nudist. She is an unrepentant clothes-doffing, underwear-eschewing, bum-baring, breeze-loving, parts-showing nudist. It's sort of awesome, but also a little disconcerting.
She doesn't try to leave the house naked, although she has,...
I wrote the other day that babies are hard on a marriage. I also said that babies bring couples closer together, that they create a new space of love in which a couple can...
Jasper at Blissdom Conference, Nashville, February 2009How he looks in that photo? That's how I felt at Blissdom this weekend. Bemused, fascinated, rumpled. Bright-eyed despite the sleeplessness. Happy to be in thick of things...
I am in Nashville, for Blissdom. Nashville seems nice so far, if the airport and hotel are anything to go by. I've been here for about fourteen hours. I've slept about 45 minutes of...
