Welcome to Weekend Reads – a new feature where I share three or four articles, websites, or podcasts I was entranced by, and then seriously annoyed my family by giving them the links and saying, “Did you read it yet, huh, did ya huh? … How ’bout now?”
Promise I won’t nag, but seriously, you should read these.
First up, an ingenious way scientists are protecting lions, cows, and ranchers. Oh my! Continue reading
The backpack plopped on my desk.
I look up and see a student, freshman by the looks of him, with shoulder length brown hair parted in the middle, ringlets of curls around his ears.
“My backpack broke,” he tells me, holding it open to demonstrate. “It’s the zipper.”
I nod, not quite grasping my role in this situation. Was I supposed to repair it? My sewing machine was home. Somewhere. Maybe in the garage. Continue reading
Thirty-one years is worthy of a celebration, right?
Funny though, what counts as a celebration when you’re young isn’t quite as enticing when you’re… not so young.
We decided – five days after the event, because we were gosh-darn busy on the actual day – to go to Black Angus. Husband had a coupon for a free steak dinner, on account of his birthday being just a few days ago. Even better, the restaurant was by a mall, which meant we could gain some extra steps for the ol’ Fitbit.
Yep. We’re just a couple of wild ones. Continue reading
Sometimes my inner Reporter gets a little zealous digging for facts.
Actually, “a little zealous” describes her off-days. Most of the time she’s a research fanatic.
But I can’t complain much because she often finds some real gems. Case in point, a charming publication called Old Settler’s Gazette. A compilation of century old news, brought together for the residents of Pulaski County, Missouri.
Interesting year, 1912. Remember it? Continue reading
In which our Reporter self gets her revenge against our Writer and Editor selves.
Don’t remember what happened when we last left our alter egos? Don’t worry, it’s not important. But if you insist, here’s Part 3. (Don’t say we didn’t warn you.)
Writer: (walks into room, followed by Editor) I’m telling you, I think we hurt her feelings. We need to apologize.
Editor: And I keep telling you, she’s a grown woman. I’m sure she’s long gotten over it by now. Besides, it’s not like we did anything too terrible.
Writer: No, of course not. We only bound her and gagged her and stole her cake.
Editor: Well, sure. If you put it like that.
Writer: It’s so weird having her gone this long. Usually it’s only a day or two, like when she’s researching a lead or tracking down facts for me. We must have really pissed her off.
Editor: Pshaw. She’s fine. Don’t worry about it.
Writer: I can’t help it. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat… I’m becoming a nervous wreck.
Editor: You should do what I do. Suppress your emotions and pretend everything is fine.
Writer: Really? You think so? Continue reading
My quest for poetry has led me to some interesting resources. One of them being a podcast from The New Yorker, where real, live poets read the works of other poets. Live!
Care for a listen? Click here.
It’s a nice thing to have on while cooking dinner, let me tell you. Sort of like having a couple of good friends over to chat about life and beauty and love, while you chop peppers and onions.
The other day Billy Collins was over, and he mentioned something William Matthews said. I was so blown away by it, I backed it up three times so I could hear it again.
Then I wrote it down, because I’m sure Billy was getting tired of repeating it: Continue reading
On Monday, I sent out a request for poetry suggestions. As of now I have 2 journals, 22 poets, and a number of online resources to explore.
You don’t leave a girl hanging, do you? Consider this my personal thank-you, as well as my pledge to do you proud.
Dad had a fondness for silly rhymes too, and he would recite them often.
For one, he had a bit of help from Longfellow: Continue reading
Remember last Friday, when I told you both my kids were getting their wisdom teeth removed? As in, BOTH kids.
AT THE SAME TIME?!
Usually I’m so much smarter than that.
Oh, and let’s not forget we did this while Husband was out of town.
But hey, beings how this here’s a full-service blog, I’ve managed to derive some helpful tips from this situation.
You know. Should you ever find yourself in a similar oral-surgery hell.
You’re welcome. Continue reading