Counting down

When I was in nursing school, almost at the end, my roommate and I hung a little tablet of post-it's on the wall, marked with numbers, and tore one off every day until we got to ZERO!!!!!!! (Remember PP?) When I was expecting my babies, I counted days down, eager to see their faces, meet…

Ah, Hemingway…

I cuddled with a statue of Hemingway when I was in Cuba, and I have a fondness for polydactylic cats, but other than that, I've got to say, I get a bit tired of him being held up as all that and a bag of chips every time someone talks writing. What of the wonderful…

View obscured

Sometimes a high-in-the-sky view can be overrated. Today my building is wreathed with clouds and rain; yesterday the wind was howling persistently through my windows. I can't see the ground. It all got me to thinking about being high above things, as vs down and dirty in amongst them. It's easy, as a writer, to…

Procrastination and classes and writing

Back when I was married, I had a certain amount of degree envy. My hyper-intelligent ex has either 2 or 3 Master's degrees, a PhD, and a bunch of post doctoral education. I found myself wanting more and more degrees to reduce the "escalation dominance" of his education over mine. Well, I learned lots. I…