How do you do it?
How do you do it? You with the kids up your arse and the lawn needing mowing and the bathtub black with dirty footprints? How do you keep on blogging when there’s a child-led high jacking of your Mom-life?
It is officially the first day of Summer in that there is no need to be [...]
A-Void-Ance
The existence of a book analyzing a person’s relative health based on the color, consistency and frequency of bowel movements does not, somehow, surprise me. In fact, when I first read about Josh Richmant and Arish Sheth’s field guide to excrement on Salon.com, I was not entirely bowled over (pun intended). It just seems simple [...]
A Little Assistance Please
I need your help today – on two counts.
One: You all seemed to have enjoyed the bit of fiction I shared yesterday and because I’m not sure where to go with it next, I’m interested to hear what my fair readers might propose as possible plot trajectory for my character and her love interest. [...]
A Slow Poignant Burn
Suggested improvements for the TSA
I have just spent two full days in a variety of airports. Logan, Fort Lauderdale, BWI, Atlanta. All the waiting and the shuttling to and fro, dragging my over stuffed carry-on to the Ladies Room. I’d get all in there, me and my luggage and my purse and my flowing sweater shawl, and realize [...]
Creeps to Come
If you live in Red Sox nation your eyes are bleeding right now and your head feels as if it’s just lightly stapled to your wobbly, exhausted, wrung out neck. It is, after all, as the nice young man with the overly gel-ed hair on Fox Television commercials tells us, October. And October is post [...]
Silent Summer
Since I’ve slipped off the blog radar for a few months now, I’m going to treat my return as a tentative venture – can CCE return to the blogosphere without becoming obsessive? Time will tell.
I feel I owe you fine readers an explanation for my silence. I can report no hardship or devastating loss. [...]
pants are over rated
Today’s blather will include a few words of advice…
Do not attempt to drive to Brooklyn using a set of directions printed off Google maps without vetting the route with someone who has actually MADE the drive, alone, with a cold, while fleeing two children and their fevers, because just when you’re supposed to exit 95 [...]
