“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one … More Since she’s my rose
A few weeks ago the girl went for a walk with our neighbor and her daughter and their puppy. (We have put a moratorium on the addition of new animals to our household, so she takes opportunities where she can get them.) As soon as she got back to our yard she told me I … More Snakes in the Grass
I am not qualified to provide commentary about what’s happening in Paris and other parts of the world right now. I am not even qualified to understand what is happening in Paris and other parts of the world. I am not qualified to suggest solutions to global terrorism, or even terrorism of the local variety. I … More I cannot deactivate until you say you are satisfied with your care.
So last weekend I found myself digging through my own trashcan. It was the kitchen one, too, so, wet coffee grounds and slimy clementine peels and discarded food from children (which is more disgusting than discarded food from grown people). I assure you, I had a perfectly good reason. You can probably think of a handful … More
I’ve spent the last hour reading end-of-2008 reflections on a few of my favorite blogs, and I would love to tell you that these brilliant minds inspired a reflection of my own, but they did not. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I am at work on New Year’s Eve for the first … More New year, delayed
I have three drafts saved. Not one of them is anywhere near completion. It is Thursday, and according to my “writing plan” I should have already posted twice this week. But at 4:24, with minutes left at this desk sans child to care for, this is all I’ve got: nothing. Not a damn thing. Tomorrow … More Slam!
Before you close this page and vow never to darken the doors of my Small Corner again, rest assured that my prejudices are not related to race, gender, sexuality, or religion. Well, I’m not really fond of the Baptists, but that’s a generalization I’m working through. No, my prejudices have nothing to do with skin … More Turns out I am prejudiced
So I have this giant bald place, and it was completely and totally a result of the resort emergency alarm, which apparently was “falsely activated.” Do you know what that means, people? Do you? It means that some punk kid (or obnoxiously immature adult, which I’ll get to another time) pulled the fire alarm lever and ran … More This post brought to you by the letters W, T, and F
Did you ever see that episode of “Friends” where the guys go on a police ride-along with Phoebe’s boyfriend du jour, and Ross gets all “I have a new lease on life” because he thinks someone took a shot at him? And Joey threw himself onto Ross to “shield him from the bullet”? But it was … More Please and thank you
I forgot that tonight was “career night” in my library administration class. We were instructed via email to dress professionally, as if we were attending an interview. When I got to class I had a smiley face sticker on my right boob, snot on my left shoulder, and enough cat hair on my black polo … More First I had a hissy fit and then I fell out*